I didn't mean who… I meant… her? Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live!

Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. Heyyyyy, hermano. See for more good stuff. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time.

The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other.

Operation Hot Mother. Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? Heyyyy uncle father Oscar.

So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. Turn this skiff around!

Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No.

So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. Chickens don't clap! A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine.

How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. I made a huge tiny mistake. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes.

Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. Fun and failure both start out the same way. It's ok. You be with Yam.