You're Killing Me, Buster. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it.

I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. I'm foolish and I'm funny and I'm needy. Am I needy? Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did.

Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. I didn't mean who… I meant… her? Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.

I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it!

Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! I made a huge tiny mistake. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist.

I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. Let the great experiment begin!

Way to plant, Ann! What have we always said is the most important thing? I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we?

Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. What's up, fizz-ellas. You boys know how to shovel coal? So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! Each year, Oscar attempts the four hundred mile walk from Newport Beach to Berkeley, California. In the twelve years that he's attempted this, he's never made it farther than UC Irvine.

Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth?

Go ahead, touch the cornballer. 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! Pound is tic-tac-toe right? I may have committed some light treason. Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on!