Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist.

After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. She calls it a Mayonegg. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit.

I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too.

How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪

She calls it a mayonegg. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits.

It's OUR nausea. What have we always said is the most important thing? Happy Franklin Friday. You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best?

So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. Chickens don't clap! I know what an erection feels like, Michael. I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. It walked on my pillow!

I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia?

I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed.

I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing.