What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Chickens don't clap! 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. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch!

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. See for more good stuff.

It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn?

It walked on my pillow! She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! He also said some things African American-y wasn't ready to hear. Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. They don't allow you to have bees in here.

This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! 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. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪

I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. Heyyyyy, hermano. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging.

Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON.

If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Tobias Fünke costume. Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep].

Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. It walked on my pillow! I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. I hear the jury's still out on science. So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we.

Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON! Let the great experiment begin! Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny.