You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? If that man's straight, then I am sober. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. Family Love Michael. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass.

Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch!

Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging 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. Also, your knee is on my heart.

They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. What's up, fizz-ellas. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear. Speaking of settling, how's Ann? If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. Pound is tic-tac-toe right?

You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. Talk you off what, Pop Pop? Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Speaking of settling, How's Ann?

Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? I'M A MONSTER!! The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. 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. You can control your bladder when you're dead! Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair.

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!) I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies!

Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. 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.

So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. Monday morning. COME ON! Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? I don't appreciate the dry British humor. Go ahead, touch the cornballer.