After much careful deliberation, I am going to change my initial statement from Ralph Wiggum or George Michael Bluth to the one, the only, the inscrutable GOB, George Oscar Bluth. Why?
Simply amazing. Not convinced? How about:
Genius, pure genius. Who wouldn't love a wretched magician who steals from his siblings, has no friends, sleeps with hookers and vengefully screws any woman he even suspects his brother to be interested in? Yet, despite all that, he is somehow a sympathetic character; you pity him. His misery is fully on display.
GOB said:"Illusions, Michael. A 'trick' is something a whore does for money." [spies several young children listening to him, smiles] "Or cocaine!"
Simply amazing. Not convinced? How about:
GOB said:"Oh, that is just great. And now I'm expected to crawl back on top of Kitty and do my thing again! I mean, this family runs into problems, and it's, 'Oh, let's have Gob fuck our way outta this!'"
Genius, pure genius. Who wouldn't love a wretched magician who steals from his siblings, has no friends, sleeps with hookers and vengefully screws any woman he even suspects his brother to be interested in? Yet, despite all that, he is somehow a sympathetic character; you pity him. His misery is fully on display.