They frame my junk. [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white!

Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Quicken! Premiere! 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. Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? I made a huge tiny mistake. Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch.

Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. Those are balls. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. Chickens don't clap! Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp.

Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing.

Way to plant, Ann! Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide.

Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? 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! Quicken! Premiere! She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes.

I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! A night of heterosexual intercourse. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. It's a wonderful restaurant! I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. Pound is tic-tac-toe right?

Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. Operation Hot Mother. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me!

We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth?

I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay.