Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. Way to plant, Ann!

Monday morning. COME ON! Friday night. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.)

So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. She calls it a mayonegg. A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money.

Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. Teamocil. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce.

You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! That was Tom Cruise, the actor. They said he was some kind of scientist. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves.

Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC?

Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something.

No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. I've made a huge tiny mistake.

I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Quicken! Premiere! I'M A MONSTER!! No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪

It's ok. You be with Yam. Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. I'm sure Egg is a great person. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! Way to plant, Ann!