Monday morning. COME ON! I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run..so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans."

Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. Monday morning. COME ON! 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. Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese?

And THAT'S why you always leave a note. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. What have we always said is the most important thing? For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. I've made a huge tiny mistake. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met?

Steve Holt? The moron jock? I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel?

That coat costs more than your house! I'm gonna go get sexy. So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society.

There are dozens of us! Dozens! Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold!

There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) One for the ladies. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time.

Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! I'm gonna go get sexy. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap.

You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are!

Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking.