First I blow him, then I poke him. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently.

[sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." Heart attack never stopped old big bear! You're blowing my mind, Frank. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you.

♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪ How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time.

A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense.

I cheated and I lied and I whored around. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Obviously this blue part here is the land. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. I'm gonna go get sexy. 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. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you.

If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. A million [bleep]ing diamonds! One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to.

If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. 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 call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. Monday morning. COME ON! I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. This was a big get for God. Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it.

I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar.

The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. He's going to be all right. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. She calls it a Mayonegg.