“Well, I will tell you this, Michael: I...” – Gob

Gob

Well, I will tell you this, Michael: I don’t have a son...

Narrator

He does.

Gob

...But if I ever do, I'm either going to take him to the cabin in the woods, or I'm going to promise to take him and then not take him. But the one thing that I will never do is not tell him that I'm taking him to a cabin in the woods, and then not take him!

Narrator

Gob was growing up.

Gob

There's only one sleeping bag, so we're going to have to double up. Pigs in a blanket!

Michael

Sorry, pal, something came up.

Gob

It is worse to know.

Narrator

Gob was getting life lessons all over the place.