You can control your bladder when you're dead! A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Let's see some bananas and nuts! No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! 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. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we.

George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? It's a wonderful restaurant! Heyyyyy, hermano. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood.

A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something.

But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. 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 know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt?

Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. Shémale. Operation Hot Mother. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. "Circumvent." It means "to go around." Gob: The old "reach around." She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom?

Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth.

Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. Daddy horny, Michael. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup.

A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Pound is tic-tac-toe right?