Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. 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. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. Also, your knee is on my heart. Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family.

We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC?

In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! There are dozens of us! DOZENS! The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants.

You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door.

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. You're Killing Me, Buster. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion.

Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. When a.. man.. needs to prove to a woman that he's actually.. [pause].. When a man loves a woman..

She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is.

A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Teamocil. What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it. I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay!

Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother!

[climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. God knows they're squinters.