But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. There's a girl in my soup! One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM!

Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun.

There's a girl in my soup! Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Fun and failure both start out the same way. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you.

Those are balls. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! This was a big get for God. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did.

♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Family Love Michael. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Why are you squeezing me with your body? Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say.

Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy.

Butterscotch! Want a lick? This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base!

What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears.

Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight.

Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! 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. You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn?