Hair up, glasses off. Way to plant, Ann!

The Army had half a day. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed.

She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Daddy horny, Michael. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! She calls it a mayonegg. And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. It's a wonderful restaurant! I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. Fun and failure both start out the same way. [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare.

This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! Shémale. No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you.

That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect–

I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood.

Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪ 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'. Daddy horny, Michael.

I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. Mission Accomplished. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. 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!) George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder."

How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. I made a huge tiny mistake. Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. 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. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup.