Turn this skiff around! No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder?

I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC?

Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you!

The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! Tobias is Queen Mary. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪

There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Heyyyyy, hermano.

Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to.

WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. Also, your knee is on my heart. Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth?

He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Talk you off what, Pop Pop? Also, your knee is on my heart. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. There's a girl in my soup!

You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! She calls it a Mayonegg. I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met?

I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? 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.