Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Everybody dance NOW.

Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits.

There are dozens of us! Dozens! Those are balls. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

Say goodbye to THESE! Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I'll never forget your wedding. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities?

A million [bleep]ing diamonds! She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. A night of heterosexual intercourse. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! Speaking of settling, how's Ann? Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. And the soup of the day is bread.

I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? What a fun, sexy time for you. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Daddy horny, Michael. She calls it a mayonegg. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken!

Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp.

Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Touché, Pandora. So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me!

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! Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Also, your knee is on my heart. I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals.

You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! That's my son, you pothead! Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne.