Tobias: Excuse me, I was just looking for a marker. A magic-marker… leaves room.

Michael: You know Gob, instead of trying to impress a father that couldn’t care less about you, why don’t you try spending some time with your son who is dying to connect with you.

Gob: Hey, he’s the one who can’t see me.

Michael: Why? Because you were too busy hiding in your trick?

Tobias: [acting as Gob] Illusion, Michael. I so very much would like to be in your prostate-ticular… As your look alike! [bows]

Gob: Right, they’re gonna see the ink. It’s more of a leading man role, but it’s not really done that way.

Tobias: Huh, I guess I shouldn’t have used a permanent marker.