Gob: You know what? The trick is on you, Tony Wonder. I’m the magician. He’s the assistant. We don’t need him. The real Sword of Destiny trick hasn’t even been performed yet. Ta-da!
Narrator: Gob and Tobias, meanwhile, were brainstorming at a local coffee shop.
Gob: I need a cup of coffee to focus.
Tobias: It’s so crowded in here. I can’t think. Okay, what is it that people need?
Gob: It’s okay. She’s alive. …And soft. Soft and alive.
Lucille: All right, let’s not add that to the charges.
Cindi Lightballoon: I’m a mole.
George Sr.: You know, God… God doesn’t care how big your teeth are. Yes, you could go to a dentist and you could, whoo… you could grind off about - I don’t know - 30 percent, maybe more. Yeah, I wouldn’t miss it.
Kitty: So take a good look, ‘cause it’s the last time!
Michael: That’s like the seventh nipple I’ve seen today.
Tobias: Oh, yes, I’m going to be a great mole.
[into mic] Check, two, three. Let Lily lick Lionel’s lusty leathers.
Gob: I told you to walk away. I told you to use a fake name.
Michael: I did. Thanks very much. I’m Chareth Cutestory, a pirate lawyer. It was airtight.
Hot Cop #5: This is our club now.
Narrator: Tobias didn’t want to sell his new club, but Lindsay did, which is why she hired several members of a local stripper agency called “The Hot Cops” to pose as the roughnecks.
Tobias: All right, fellas, look. I know you know nothing but a life on the street, but I’d like to offer you something that the Queen Mary gave me: The joy of the stage.
So, maybe you could, uh, start jeté-ing and stop je-…terrorizing me.