Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive!

Fun and failure both start out the same way. I should be in this Poof. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar.

If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities?

Let's see some bananas and nuts! It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong?

I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Fun and failure both start out the same way. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole.

I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being WITH you. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. I didn't mean who… I meant… her? So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt?

What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! There are dozens of us! Dozens! Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. I made a huge tiny mistake.

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! Friday night. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. 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.

No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. You boys know how to shovel coal? No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are!

You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. There's a girl in my soup! Turn this skiff around!