Daddy horny, Michael. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. 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. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth?

I made a huge tiny mistake. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think. Are you at all concerned about an uprising? We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay!

You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter.

You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. Happy Franklin Friday. I should be in this Poof. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle.

Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Everybody dance… NOW. I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob.

George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive?

Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn?

Turn this skiff around! Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet.

Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. 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. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse.

Also, your knee is on my heart. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car?