But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. Daddy horny, Michael.

Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB.

One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. 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 not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob.

Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. First I blow him, then I poke him. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken!

This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children.

I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! If that man's straight, then I am sober. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy.

Those are balls. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. It's a wonderful restaurant! No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder."

You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one.

If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette.

If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. Butterscotch! Want a lick? It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time.