Lucille: His name is Dustin Radler, and I haven't hired him, because technically, he's given up the rat race.
George Sr.: Oh, God, the "giving up the rat race" guy? This is the sand hobo? Uh, it's just a question. Are you guys doing something?
Lucille: [inhales]
Gob: Don't say it! Please, I can't I can't hear it.
Lucille: He tickles my fancy.
Gob: Your what? Is the- What part of Mom is the fancy? You do not want to know what I'm picturing, and it's not what you think.
Lucille: Oh, stop. We walk on the beach. We like the feel of the sand on our feet.
Gob: Oh, God, the thought of your feet.
George Sr.: It's fine. I'm glad you have someone to talk to. Well, maybe I'll go check on Buster.
Gob: Wow. Mom really has him fancy-whipped, huh?

Gob: [laughs] Did you catch this? Man, that's priceless. First, you eat it with Buster, then you step in it with the movie, and now you're eating what you stepped in, because Kitty hates you. Guess Michael's the geo-bead today.
Michael: Did you say "geo-bead"?
Gob: Yeah, it's one of Dad's expressions- You know, when somebody screws up, that Dad always said it. One of his "you'll figure it out someday" expressions. You're lucky, 'cause Kitty's sweet on me, so I'll go with you.
Michael: No, thank you. Nope.
Tobias: I could go. Or just- Would that be helpful if I did? Or am I just being a G-O-B?
Gob: [chuckles] Uh... [scoffs] G-O-B spells "Gob," you geo-bead, so why don't you s... ah. Well, today's the day.

Michael: [to Maeby] Ah, hey. Did that Murphybrown thing upset you?
George Michael: Oh, did that actress die? Oh, [bleeps] you, 2015.
Michael: Oh, no, this is different.