If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball!

It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. Fun and failure both start out the same way. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing.

What have we always said is the most important thing? If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! There are dozens of us! Dozens! Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! I made a huge tiny mistake. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Each year, Oscar attempts the four hundred mile walk from Newport Beach to Berkeley, California. In the twelve years that he's attempted this, he's never made it farther than UC Irvine.

This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying. Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen.

It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. 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. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense.

Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. There's a girl in my soup! Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC?

Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship.

I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! But where did the lighter fluid come from?

I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos.