Gobi Nadir: I’m getting a major B-word vibe from you!

Jeff: I can’t believe I missed out on getting involved in this.

Gobi Nadir: You go host American Idol, and you stop messing with my son. He’s a special boy. I raise him, ok?. You don’t raise him.

Britta: Raising him means letting him follow his dreams!

Gobi Nadir: Dreams are for sleeping.

Britta: You don’t know that.

Gobi Nadir: It’s clinically proven.

Britta: So is polio!

Gobi Nadir: You lost me!