A million [bleep]ing diamonds! George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! In the mid '90s, Tobias formed a folk music band with Lindsay and Maebe which he called Dr. Funke's 100 Percent Natural Good Time Family Band Solution. The group was underwritten by the Natural Food Life Company, a division of Chem-Grow, an Allen Crayne acqusition, which was part of the Squimm Group. Their motto was simple: We keep you alive. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse.

A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. But where did the lighter fluid come from? Pound is tic-tac-toe right? If that man's straight, then I am sober. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp.

Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar.

Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut.

One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. Daddy horny, Michael. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep].

If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. I've made a huge tiny mistake. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns.

The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Annyong. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. Perhaps an attic shall I seek.

I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.

Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. You're blowing my mind, Frank. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet.