We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you?

It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce.

Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. She calls it a Mayonegg.

No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Touché, Pandora. They frame my junk. GENE!! [screams] I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office.

What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Butterscotch! Want a lick? Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. You're Killing Me, Buster. Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit?

You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh.

Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being WITH you.

I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. The Army had half a day. Say goodbye to THESE! Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much.

You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. 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.

He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. She calls it a Mayonegg. Fried cheese… with club sauce.