Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON.

They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. But where did the lighter fluid come from? I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. Daddy horny, Michael.

Butterscotch! Want a lick? You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer.

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. GENE!! [screams] He's going to be all right. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar.

It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn?

Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch. I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands.

George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies.

No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. It's OUR nausea. Daddy horny, Michael. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass.

Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. You're blowing my mind, Frank.

[sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! Steve Holt? The moron jock? If that man's straight, then I am sober. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you!