Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. It walked on my pillow! I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough.

Turn this skiff around! Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. 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 just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you.

That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup.

Way to plant, Ann! Douche chill! Even though so many people in this office are begging for it.

Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.)

We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers!

Waiting for the Emmys. BTW did you know won 6 Emmys and was still canceled early by Fox? COME ON. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON.

It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same.

It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. 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! We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass.

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Why are you squeezing me with your body? I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. Chickens don't clap!