The Army had half a day. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet.

Bob Loblaw Law Blog. Monday morning. COME ON! So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. Daddy horny, Michael. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ I'm foolish and I'm funny and I'm needy. Am I needy? Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes.

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. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It's a wonderful restaurant! They don't allow you to have bees in here. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap.

I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. Monday morning. COME ON! This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores.

Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Say goodbye to THESE! Turn this skiff around! In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. And the soup of the day is bread.

If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. You're blowing my mind, Frank.

Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH!

Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it!

They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. 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. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging.

I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter.