Oh, COME ON! I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? Speaking of settling, how's Ann? Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Talk you off what, Pop Pop?

Annyong. Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? Everybody dance… NOW. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! Shémale. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw.

I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo.

If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear. 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! Annyong. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn?

GENE!! [screams] I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch.

Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Talk you off what, Pop Pop?

You boys know how to shovel coal? I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. You're blowing my mind, Frank. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? You're Killing Me, Buster. 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! And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. I made a huge tiny mistake.

I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. Also, your knee is on my heart. Let's see some bananas and nuts!