Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON! If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. Touché, Pandora. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet.

Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. 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. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. I didn't mean who… I meant… her? The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you?

Douche chill! Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. Are you at all concerned about an uprising? Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough.

Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? 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. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say.

No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually.

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. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" It's ok. You be with Yam. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run..so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" Those are balls.

Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? One for the ladies. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann.

Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Douche chill!

What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.

Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Chickens don't clap! Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! They don't allow you to have bees in here. Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. Hair up, glasses off.