Go ahead, touch the cornballer. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. Annhog's coming? But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer.

She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off.

Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! What's up, fizz-ellas.

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. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. Heart attack never stopped old big bear!

O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? Am I in two thirds of a hospital room?

And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. Monday morning. COME ON! Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? Steve Holt? The moron jock? Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants.

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious.

Let the great experiment begin! You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Obviously this blue part here is the land. Everybody dance NOW. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!

You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Heart attack never stopped old big bear! I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut.

Annyong. You can control your bladder when you're dead! Perhaps an attic shall I seek. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. Monday morning. COME ON! Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute!