Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob.

Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! Pound is tic-tac-toe, right?

Don't call my escorts whores. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza.

Chickens don't clap! ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪

There are dozens of us! Dozens! They frame my junk. Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert?

Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Heyyyy uncle father Oscar.

You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! Family Love Michael. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate.

Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. Turn this skiff around!

O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit.

And the soup of the day is bread. Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying.