Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. It feels good to be back in a queen! But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. But where did the lighter fluid come from? Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. 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!

I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? Obviously this blue part here is the land.

And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch. Steve Holt? The moron jock? Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON.

He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. Happy Franklin Friday. So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts.

Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? I hear the jury's still out on science. I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. If that man's straight, then I am sober. My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties.

Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious.

I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. And THAT'S why you always leave a note. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money.

The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? But where did the lighter fluid come from? In the mid '90s, Tobias formed a folk music band with Lindsay and Maebe which he called Dr. Funke's 100 Percent Natural Good Time Family Band Solution. The group was underwritten by the Natural Food Life Company, a division of Chem-Grow, an Allen Crayne acqusition, which was part of the Squimm Group. Their motto was simple: We keep you alive.

It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. Steve Holt? The moron jock?

What have we always said is the most important thing? I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.