I've Made A Huge Mistake

George Sr: You’re my biggest regret.

Michael: language.

Lindsay, rolling her eyes: whom the fuck is JBJ?

Tony: Gob, what's seven times seven?

Lindsay: Yeah. Well, you'll figure it out. I'm still figuring things out and I'm, like, way smarter and cooler than you are.

Gob: Are you?

Lindsay: Yeah, I am. You do magic.

Gob: Exactly.

Tony: What?! I'm not gay. If I was gay, I wouldn't be dating you. I'd be dating some guy. Some, like, 6'1" 180 pound guy, who's like, pretty lean but definitely some muscular tone; tanned skin; dark hair, cut short but not buzz cut, you know. Wears a lot of button-up shirts, but not crazy fancy. Takes himself seriously, but he's not a snob. He just kind of gets me--

Sally: Oh my God, Tony! It's pretty clear that you're gay. I mean, every time I try to have sex with you, you cry.

Tony: I have allergies.