Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar.

Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪

Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it.

I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. Everybody dance… NOW. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. GENE!! [screams] You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to.

What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? There are dozens of us! Dozens!

What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! It walked on my pillow! I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Fried cheese… with club sauce.

So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. Are you at all concerned about an uprising? Turn this skiff around! I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! I may have committed some light treason.

I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something.

If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. What have we always said is the most important thing? You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. It's ok. You be with Yam. Talk you off what, Pop Pop? Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul.

I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? Douche chill!