Douche chill! You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet.

Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.)

I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Chickens don't clap!

♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. Are you at all concerned about an uprising? If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. I didn't mean who… I meant… her? I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I'll never forget your wedding. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪ She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom?

You boys know how to shovel coal? I cheated and I lied and I whored around. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel?

She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? Chickens don't clap! I'm gonna go get sexy. So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs!

We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM!

This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. You're blowing my mind, Frank. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Shémale.

I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something?