♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.

Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something?

I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose.

It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. She calls it a Mayonegg. Mission Accomplished. ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans."

The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Pound is tic-tac-toe right?

Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd.

The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? Say goodbye to THESE! Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC?

And THAT'S why you always leave a note. I'M A MONSTER!! God knows they're squinters. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you.

What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on!

I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist.