Those are balls. Let the great experiment begin! You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. It's ok. You be with Yam. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt!

I know what an erection feels like, Michael. Monday morning. COME ON! I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I'll never forget your wedding. She calls it a mayonegg. Happy Franklin Friday. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. Let the great experiment begin!

Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. Operation Hot Mother. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings?

Douche chill! Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. But where did the lighter fluid come from? Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Turn this skiff around! I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane.

Speaking of settling, how's Ann? And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael.

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. ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. 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!

Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. Don't call my escorts whores. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪

And THAT'S why you always leave a note. What have we always said is the most important thing? Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. Chickens don't clap!

No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! Annyong.

What have we always said is the most important thing? Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! You're Killing Me, Buster.