Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.)

Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom. Let the great experiment begin! Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest.

This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist.

Go ahead, touch the cornballer. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. First I blow him, then I poke him. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast.

I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. 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! It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs!

Annhog's coming? No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! I didn't mean who… I meant… her? I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table.

Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. 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! For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap.

No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order.

It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! The Army had half a day. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. Daddy horny, Michael. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely.

Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ NO TOUCHING! Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!