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. She calls it a mayonegg. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! Dead Dove DO NOT EAT.

No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. There's a girl in my soup! I'm sure Egg is a great person. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. 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.

In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No.

I didn't mean who… I meant… her? I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. 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. Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus.

Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. I cheated and I lied and I whored around. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate.

Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. Friday night. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! Fried cheese… with club sauce.

Shémale. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear.

Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns.

Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious.

Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing.