Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. 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!) Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it.

[climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you.

There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door.

I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. Fried cheese… with club sauce. The Army had half a day. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? I figured out a way to make money while I'm working!

Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward.

She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met?

Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! 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. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. It walked on my pillow! I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had.

Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. Why are you squeezing me with your body? Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit.

OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious.

Everybody dance… NOW. Family Love Michael. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive?