And the soup of the day is bread. 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. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Heart attack never stopped old big bear.

Everybody dance NOW. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. There are dozens of us! Dozens! But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something?

Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay!

Fun and failure both start out the same way. Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. This was a big get for God.

Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Go ahead, touch the cornballer. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. It's a wonderful restaurant! Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job.

[climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON.

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. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. It's a wonderful restaurant!

What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Heyyyyy, hermano. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging.

Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts.

So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! Butterscotch! Want a lick? Heart attack never stopped old big bear! Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Tobias Fünke costume. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Chickens don't clap!