I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight.

What a fun, sexy time for you. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? And the soup of the day is bread.

And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp.

Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON! Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming.

Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? 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. - Lucille Bluth. I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Daddy horny, Michael. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking.

Happy Franklin Friday. Friday night. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture.

No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties.

Operation Hot Mother. Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer.