Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. Mission Accomplished. You're Killing Me, Buster. A night of heterosexual intercourse.

If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. Those are balls. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate.

You can control your bladder when you're dead! Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? Everybody dance NOW.

Heyyyyy, hermano. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. You can always tell a Milford man. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb.

♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ 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!) Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. It's OUR nausea.

Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. God knows they're squinters. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding.

Fun and failure both start out the same way. Also, your knee is on my heart. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! Tobias is Queen Mary. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! Turn this skiff around! Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something.

In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. You can always tell a Milford man. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole.

I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it!

Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! 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. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt!