Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!!

It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong?

I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook.

Bob Loblaw Law Blog. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. Friday night. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Speaking of settling, How's Ann?

You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. 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!

This was a big get for God. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms.

He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. You're Killing Me, Buster. Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down.

After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it.

I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies!

The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Hair up, glasses off. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Teamocil. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive?