A million [bleep]ing diamonds! I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect– [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Teamocil. That coat costs more than your house! I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts.

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'. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies.

And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect– It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? Mission Accomplished. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best?

You can always tell a Milford man. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. 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.

Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. I made a huge tiny mistake. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. I didn't mean who… I meant… her? Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. Pound is tic-tac-toe right? I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something.

I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. Let me out that Queen. 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.

Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh.

I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad.

Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. A million [bleep]ing diamonds! It's a wonderful restaurant! Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies.