I watched both discs last night after work. It made me incredibly happy, until I realized it was done. Now I taste the sad. The happy tastes a lot like the sad too.
Bob Loblaw: Actually, I was going to stay in my office tonight and work on my law blog. Tobias: Of course— the “Bob Loblaw Law Blog.” Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lindsay: How do you think I feel? Bob Loblaw’s a handsome, professional man and I’m only used to... well, none of those things. Tobias: Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over— an analyst and a therapist. The world’s first analrapist.
Lindsay: Michael, do you remember when you thought there was a mysterious “Mr. F” out to get you? Music: / Mr. F... / Michael: Yeah, but that was retar... misguided. ---------------------------------------------------- G.O.B.: Oh, I missed you, Michael! Michael: All right. G.O.B.: Or should I say robot. Michael: What, ’cause’m not crying? G.O.B.: Maybe you don’t have enough RAM to understand this, Michael, but there’s such a thing as brotherly love. ---------------------------------------------------- George, Sr.: Fine. Put the ether on the puppet’s lips, have the puppet kiss her. G.O.B.: (As Franklin.) I ain’t kissing that old b****. George, Sr.: (Strangling Franklin.) That’s my wife, you b*stard! G.O.B.: Dad, that’s my wrist! (As Franklin.) Hey, man, that’s his neck! ------------------------------------------------------- Lucille: What’s a Forget-Me-Now? G.O.B.: They’re pills that create a sort of temporary forgettingness. So if somebody finds out how you do a trick, you just give ’em one of these, and they forget the whole thing. It’s a mainstay of the magician’s toolkit, like how clowns always have a rag soaked in ether. Tobias: G.O.B., this is Flunitrazepam. It’s a roofie. Lucille: Those are illegal. G.O.B.: Shut up, Mom. Don’t make me give you another one of these. ------------------------------------------------------- George Michael: OCD? No, I’m just cleaning up after Aunt Lindsay. She never turns things off. Michael: Well... Guess that explains why I saw the hedge trimmer zipping around the drive way. I did it again, didn’t I? I’m so self-centered. From now on, I want you to just tell me what’s on your mind, okay? And I promise I won’t just hear what I want to hear. George Michael: I love my cousin. Michael: Love you, too, pal. ----------------------------------------------------- Tobias: Well, yes, but I’m afraid I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, if you will, so now I’m afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. Michael: There are just so many poorly chosen words in that sentence. ----------------------------------------------------- George Michael: I’m sorry. We really should get another tape. Michael: Mm. George Michael: I mean, they’re not expensive. ------------------------------------------------------ Buster: Sister’s my new mother, Mother. ------------------------------------------------------ Michael: So, can’t a guy call his mom pretty without it seeming strange? Buster: Amen! And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! Michael: I’ve opened a door here that I regret. ------------------------------------------------------ Maeby: I’m worried you’re taking this too seriously. George Michael: Just the opposite. Ring tone plays “The Wedding March” Maeby: What the hell was that? George Michael: I bought you a wedding ring... tone. Opposite of serious. ----------------------------------------------------------- Maeby: Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the ‘T’ on it? Michael: That’s a cross. Maeby: Across from where?
Lucille: How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? Michael: The cabin! Yes, th... well, that would be difficult, too I'm going to miss the show.
