Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Quicken! Premiere!

I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. GENE!! [screams] Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong!

We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. The Army had half a day. Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose.

I hear the jury's still out on science. There are dozens of us! DOZENS! I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪

[Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers!

Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. You can always tell a Milford man. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. I'm sure Egg is a great person.

George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." They frame my junk. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I'll never forget your wedding. What a fun, sexy time for you.

A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench. Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass!

What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me!

Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Steve Holt? The moron jock? Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. Annyong. 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. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think.