I know what an erection feels like, Michael. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet.

Monday morning. COME ON! You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare.

♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪ Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on!

You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! She calls it a Mayonegg. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it.

Bob Loblaw Law Blog. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter?

[sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being WITH you.

Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's OUR nausea.

We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day.

They frame my junk. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right?

What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves.