Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. Speaking of settling, how's Ann? Talk you off what, Pop Pop? Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish.

You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo.

Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. Yeah, like anyone would want to R her.

Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Turn this skiff around!

Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. I hear the jury's still out on science.

He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. Bob Loblaw Law Blog. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. There's a girl in my soup! Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb.

Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. There are dozens of us! Dozens! Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you.

You can control your bladder when you're dead! Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? I don't appreciate the dry British humor. Perhaps an attic shall I seek.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! I know what an erection feels like, Michael. Heyyyyy, hermano. I'm sure Egg is a great person.

Talk you off what, Pop Pop? But where did the lighter fluid come from?