She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Hair up, glasses off. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp.

It's ok. You be with Yam. Family Love Michael. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Tobias is Queen Mary. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch!

I made a huge tiny mistake. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious.

She calls it a Mayonegg. This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. I should be in this Poof. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive!

Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face.

I'm gonna go get sexy. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. 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. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. Shémale. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar.

You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in.

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray.

I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw!

George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Turn this skiff around! I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich.