Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.

Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Pound is tic-tac-toe right? There's a girl in my soup!

I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! I'll sacrifice anything for my children. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! 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! Are you at all concerned about an uprising?

Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it!

Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Let's see some bananas and nuts! They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. I cheated and I lied and I whored around. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door.

How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist.

You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! Tobias is Queen Mary. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table.

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day.

Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Touché, Pandora.

If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. That coat costs more than your house!