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. That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. I should be in this Poof.

No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. 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. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate.

There's a girl in my soup! If that man's straight, then I am sober.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Way to plant, Ann!

Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one.

Turn this skiff around! Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. 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!) You're blowing my mind, Frank. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. He's going to be all right.

Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. Way to plant, Ann! He also said some things African American-y wasn't ready to hear.

You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! A million [bleep]ing diamonds! Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. I'M A MONSTER!! It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib.

Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch!

It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Daddy horny, Michael. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. Way to plant, Ann! What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah!