I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.

Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something.

If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON.

Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Shémale.

Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn?

Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down.

If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. First I blow him, then I poke him. Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other.

[climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC?

That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. That's my son, you pothead! You boys know how to shovel coal? 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. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship.

Friday night. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. I cheated and I lied and I whored around. There are dozens of us! Dozens! She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times.