You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. She calls it a mayonegg.

Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. Let the great experiment begin! I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. 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.

Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.

It feels good to be back in a queen! I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on!

Those are balls. Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON! Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. 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. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time.

Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON.

She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. 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. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. You're blowing my mind, Frank. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Perhaps an attic shall I seek.

I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Steve Holt? The moron jock? Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. You boys know how to shovel coal? And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens.

OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Talk you off what, Pop Pop? They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas.

The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!