She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right?

Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! I made a huge tiny mistake. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.

Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. See for more good stuff.

Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. Do you have any idea how often you say the word "afraid"? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. With spicy club sauce. You're Killing Me, Buster. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball!

Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap?

Operation Hot Mother. She calls it a mayonegg. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. It's ok. You be with Yam. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer.

Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. 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!

Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. 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. Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. Turn this skiff around! It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future.

So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? It's a wonderful restaurant! Operation Hot Mother.

Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. 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! If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate.