The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Don't call my escorts whores.

Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? GENE!! [screams] Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd.

It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face.

Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! I made a huge tiny mistake. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas.

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! That's my son, you pothead! I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit?

Are you at all concerned about an uprising? So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia?

George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona.

It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!

Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench.

She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist.