I'm foolish and I'm funny and I'm needy. Am I needy? Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. I'm gonna go get sexy. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. See for more good stuff.

I don't appreciate the dry British humor. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think.

She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. You can always tell a Milford man. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob.

WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! I may have committed some light treason.

He also said some things African American-y wasn't ready to hear. That coat costs more than your house! Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! 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.

Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? A night of heterosexual intercourse. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times.

I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib.

It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car?

There are dozens of us! Dozens! Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form.

How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. That coat costs more than your house! You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh.