Butterscotch! Want a lick? Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear. They frame my junk. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! Turn this skiff around!

There's a girl in my soup! No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are!

Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Those are balls. Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw.

I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually.

Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing.

Teamocil. Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball!

I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. Say goodbye to THESE! Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. Daddy horny, Michael. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪

I don't appreciate the dry British humor. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert?

If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being WITH you.

Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare.