Teamocil. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. 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. One for the ladies.

I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! Waiting for the Emmys. BTW did you know won 6 Emmys and was still canceled early by Fox? COME ON. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears.

Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you.

Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can.

I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive!

George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.

[sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!

Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth.

Chickens don't clap! Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. Why are you squeezing me with your body? I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. Happy Franklin Friday. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! 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.

Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Everybody dance NOW. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann.