I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? It feels good to be back in a queen!

Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. 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. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." And here you are coming out of your mother's third base!

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! I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Happy Franklin Friday. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces.

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces.

Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. Don't call my escorts whores. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! 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! It's OUR nausea.

It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer.

Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? One for the ladies. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz.

Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Butterscotch! Want a lick? It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face.

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. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. "Circumvent." It means "to go around." Gob: The old "reach around." A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. 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. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball!

I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants.