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Edited on Thu Feb-05-09 04:13 PM by Rob H.
It was funny how clueless he was.
Tobias: (as Mrs. Featherbottom) O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? (laughs) Right, I forgot, here in the States, you call it a sausage in the mouth.
Michael: We just call it a sausage.
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Narrator: Tobias listens to a day's worth of his own words, to see what Michael was referring to...
Tobias: (on tape) ... even if it means me taking a chubby, I will suck it up.
Tobias: Nothing wrong with that.
Tobias: (on tape) Oh, I've been in the film business for a while, but I just can't seem to get one in the can.
Tobias: It's out of context.
Tobias: (on tape) I wouldn't mind kissing that man between the cheeks.
Narrator: ...and he realized there is something distinct about the way he speaks.
Tobias: Tobias, you blowhard! (chuckles)
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Tobias Fünke: No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist.
Buster: It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me.
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Tobias: Perhaps I should call the hot cops and tell them to come up with a more nautical theme. Hot sailors. Better yet… Hot sea…
Michael: I like hot sailors.
Tobias: Mmm… me too.
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Tobias: Well, Michael, you really are quite the Cupid, aren’t you? I tell you, you can zing your arrow into my buttocks any time.
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Michael Bluth: (looking at a gift basket Michael received) Didn't you get one of those, too? You bought Lindsay at the same auction.
Tobias Fünke: I'm afraid I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run if you will, so I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands.
Michael Bluth: There's so many poorly chosen words in that sentence.
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