Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. Do you have any idea how often you say the word "afraid"? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi.

Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table.

Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. Fried cheese… with club sauce. You boys know how to shovel coal?

Douche chill! Perhaps an attic shall I seek.

So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle.

It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. A million ****ing diamonds! You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish. Annhog's coming?

It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. It's ok. You be with Yam.

I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run..so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something.

Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being WITH you. A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will.

Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar.