Gob Bluth Quotes
Michael: Murdered, huh? Who died?
Gob: My career.
Michael: I'm going home now.
Gob: George Michael. You weren't followed, were you?
George Michael: No, I don't think so.
Gob: All right, kid ... let's deal some drugs.
Michael: Tell you what. I'm going to give you the cash, but in return, I get to ask you for a favor sometime.
Gob: My gut is telling me no. But my gut is also very hungry.
Michael: He's lying to me. Can you believe that? Where the hell is this family's morality?
(A puff of smoke suddenly comes out of Gob's mouth)
Gob: I don't know.
Michael: What?
Gob: It's cold out here.
Gob: (about the hot cops) These guys are pros, Michael. They're gonna push the tension 'til the last possible moment before they strip.
Michael: They're not going to strip, are they?
Gob: I told them not to, but I can't promise that their instincts won't kick in.
What? Oh, no! It's the cops! Oh! And a ... Construction worker.
Gob: I need a favor.
Michael: What happened to "Hello. I need a favor"?
Michael: Oh, no. This can't be from my son.
Gob: Well, it is his handwriting. Plus, he left me $200. $100. 100 -- I accidentally said 200.
Michael: This is impossible. Why would he do this?
Gob: I know. You know? I was shocked. I mean, really, $100. You can't get good weed for a hundred bucks.
Michael: Get that the hell out of this house! What's the matter with you?
Gob: Maybe you should save the lectures for your son. If he can remember them.
Gob: Now, we wait.
George Michael: How long?
Gob: Who knows? An hour ... maybe five.
Derek: Drug delivery. You wanted some marijuana?
Buster: It-it's for my girlfriend. She's sick.
Gob: Why don't you just wait it out? She's gonna be gone soon.
Drug Dealer: You set us up!
Gob: No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are!
