This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪ In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Obviously this blue part here is the land. You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you.

So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up.

Steve Holt? The moron jock? No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? Fried cheese… with club sauce.

NO TOUCHING! Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. They frame my junk.

They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. What a fun, sexy time for you. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job.

Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars?

I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves.

But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) That's my son, you pothead! So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay!

Steve Holt? The moron jock? Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? But where did the lighter fluid come from? It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. And the soup of the day is bread. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually.

Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.