GENE!! [screams] Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law.

Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? And THAT'S why you always leave a note. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me!

Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole.

Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C.

Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Fun and failure both start out the same way. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door.

There are dozens of us! Dozens! Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann.

Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Oh, COME ON! I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it.

Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Turn this skiff around! You're blowing my mind, Frank. That coat costs more than your house! And I am rock steady. No more dizzies.

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! I cheated and I lied and I whored around.

Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? 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. I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. Touché, Pandora.