So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? I've made a huge tiny mistake. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City.

It's OUR nausea. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp.

Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! One for the ladies. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup.

I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. GENE!! [screams] A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense.

You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. They frame my junk.

Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Daddy horny, Michael. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. First I blow him, then I poke him. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars?

I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious.

Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? There are dozens of us! Dozens! What a fun, sexy time for you. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Mission Accomplished. Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family.

We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard.