I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Mission Accomplished. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.
OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit.
You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Monday morning. COME ON! I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion.
I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. What a fun, sexy time for you.
It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive?
I'M A MONSTER!! This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it!
Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON.
What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it. I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can.
I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Obviously this blue part here is the land. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is.
Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! Fried cheese… with club sauce. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy.