No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. Annyong.

This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. NO TOUCHING! I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. 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! They don't allow you to have bees in here. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster.

Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? I'm gonna go get sexy. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench.

There are dozens of us! Dozens! She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! Butterscotch! Want a lick? You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. I cheated and I lied and I whored around.

If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. Fun and failure both start out the same way. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Let the great experiment begin! Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON!

I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! 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 please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch!

The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is.

Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt?

Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. A million ****ing diamonds! I'm sure Egg is a great person. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.