♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. Pound is tic-tac-toe right? But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will.

I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! Obviously this blue part here is the land. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. I never thought I'd miss a hand so much!

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears.

Heart attack never stopped old big bear. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking.

Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Daddy horny, Michael. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! It walked on my pillow! Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed?

Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it.

This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. 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. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on!

I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. Tobias Fünke costume.

If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman… And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. What's up, fizz-ellas. See for more good stuff.

Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. Everybody dance… NOW.