Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!!

If that man's straight, then I am sober. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it.

I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing.

Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we?

I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. What's up, fizz-ellas. Also, your knee is on my heart.

Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. There are dozens of us! Dozens! You're Killing Me, Buster. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants.

I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. It's OUR nausea. Waiting for the Emmys. BTW did you know won 6 Emmys and was still canceled early by Fox? COME ON. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. Say goodbye to THESE!

I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely.

Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. You can always tell a Milford man. I should be in this Poof. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children.

I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw!