That coat costs more than your house! Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. She calls it a mayonegg. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) Happy Franklin Friday.

Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white!

Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!

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." If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. I figured out a way to make money while I'm working!

Bob Loblaw Law Blog. Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar.

Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? Teamocil.

However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. First I blow him, then I poke him. I made a huge tiny mistake. A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough.

I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. Obviously this blue part here is the land. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. That's my son, you pothead! Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? Happy Franklin Friday.

Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me.

You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. I'M A MONSTER!! The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom.