Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC.

Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Everybody dance… NOW.

No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order.

There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar.

I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench.

However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Those are balls. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores.

She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit.

Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? I'm foolish and I'm funny and I'm needy. Am I needy? Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. The Army had half a day. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle.

Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. There are dozens of us! Dozens! It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy.

How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Turn this skiff around!