So, where did you get this kid? Yeah, I guess I can tell you n...
Michael: So, where did you get this kid?
Gob: Yeah, I guess I can tell you now. We were both waiting for our Dads at that garden where the little boy found the arm (Hands Michael the letter) Kid's amazing, though. It's almost like I wish he could be my Dad.
(Michael finishes reading the letter)
Michael: Ok, um, your Dad's not trying to find you. Your son is that kid. Your son ... you're the Dad.
(points out the letter to Gob)
Gob: I've made a huge tiny mistake.
Taste the tears, Michael.Gob
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Gob: (embracing Michael) Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it.
Michael: It tastes kind of like sad.
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