Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Teamocil. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time.

Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. 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 don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. There are dozens of us! Dozens! Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.

OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ Also, your knee is on my heart.

A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. Way to plant, Ann!

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! Chickens don't clap! I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪

Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet.

I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. I'm gonna go get sexy.

We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy.

Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Pound is tic-tac-toe right? Let the great experiment begin!

I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ He's going to be all right. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. Shémale. I'M A MONSTER!! Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.