There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY.

Waiting for the Emmys. BTW did you know won 6 Emmys and was still canceled early by Fox? COME ON. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. Shémale.

Fried cheese… with club sauce. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth.

We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. I hear the jury's still out on science. Chickens don't clap! Mission Accomplished. Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp.

Say goodbye to THESE! If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us.

Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. Daddy horny, Michael. With spicy club sauce.

Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad?

I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you.

I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. A million [bleep]ing diamonds! 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. Heart attack never stopped old big bear! A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits.

I'm gonna go get sexy. Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit.