If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. Speaking of settling, how's Ann?

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. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. There's a girl in my soup! I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough.

He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. 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! You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!

Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it.

I hear the jury's still out on science. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! Butterscotch! Want a lick? Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs!

We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. Hair up, glasses off. Say goodbye to THESE!

Fun and failure both start out the same way. Operation Hot Mother. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! Speaking of settling, How's Ann? I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower.

Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. Quicken! Premiere!

This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. You can always tell a Milford man.

These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. Everybody dance NOW. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. Douche chill! You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood?