You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car?

Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. 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. A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster.

I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking.

But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. 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. Operation Hot Mother. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group?

Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! I'M A MONSTER!!

I'M A MONSTER!! Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch!

Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing.

I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist.

Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. Fun and failure both start out the same way.

And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. I hear the jury's still out on science.