Jesus… This thing…
-Yeah, I think I’m better.
-So I can count on you?
-Absolutely.
-Mr. Fitzgerald must lose.
-What?
-The contract will not be used for a hospital, it will be used to build a new highway going straight to Elmore. It will be our doom.
-How do you know all this stuff, magic frog?
-The clue’s in my name.
-Frog?… Oh, yeah, magic.
-Gumball! Are you with me?
-Yes. Yes, of course.
-Are you sure? Because my sausage melted when the grand vizier cracked that artichoke.
-Uh-huh.
-Do you need me to repeat?
-Uh-huh.
-We’re one point away from winning. Make sure this ball goes in the hole.
-Huh. Well, that’s convenient.
