A million ****ing diamonds! Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! Friday night.

Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Daddy horny, Michael. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base!

Annhog's coming? Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive?

I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Operation Hot Mother. First I blow him, then I poke him. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. The Army had half a day. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you.

Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! I may have committed some light treason. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. 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.

[climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. 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. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!

Tobias Fünke costume. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings?

You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

Everybody dance… NOW. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! 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'. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.