Oh, COME ON! Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing.

WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit.

Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you.

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Speaking of settling, how's Ann? This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No.

Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. With spicy club sauce. I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Touché, Pandora. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. He's going to be all right. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it!

I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet.

If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine.

Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh!

What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face.

OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! That was Tom Cruise, the actor. They said he was some kind of scientist. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to.