I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Heart attack never stopped old big bear!

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb.

Heart attack never stopped old big bear! I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann.

Let the great experiment begin! What's up, fizz-ellas. Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. Everybody dance NOW. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding.

It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth.

She calls it a Mayonegg. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. There are dozens of us! Dozens! Operation Hot Mother. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle.

I'm sure Egg is a great person. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans.

I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. There are dozens of us! DOZENS! She calls it a Mayonegg. 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. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings?

Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. 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. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON.

We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar.