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!) It feels good to be back in a queen! Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. Shémale. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals.

The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene.

Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard.

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. 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. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder?

God knows they're squinters. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. 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.

I made a huge tiny mistake. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.

Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. God knows they're squinters. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Quicken! Premiere! If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it.

Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain.

Friday night. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! It feels good to be back in a queen! I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt!

Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. It walked on my pillow! Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer.