She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? Turn this skiff around! I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job.

No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. 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. What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? Chickens don't clap! Go ahead, touch the cornballer. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? They frame my junk. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. I've made a huge tiny mistake.

That's my son, you pothead! ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best?

Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. There's a girl in my soup! I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot." What a fun, sexy time for you.

Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? I should be in this Poof. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo.

And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. They don't allow you to have bees in here. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp.

I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'.

They don't allow you to have bees in here. Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. This was a big get for God. Way to plant, Ann! Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt!