GOB:"you taste these tears...taste the sad, michael"
michael:"i'm not going to lick your eye....k"
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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."
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."
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