Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! What a fun, sexy time for you.

A million [bleep]ing diamonds! Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!"

♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC.

I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Operation Hot Mother.

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. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. What a fun, sexy time for you. 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. I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars?

Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying.

Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. With spicy club sauce. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed.

A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. You're Killing Me, Buster. Turn this skiff around! Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. 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.

I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways.

Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. That's my son, you pothead! Go ahead, touch the cornballer. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz.