Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Talk you off what, Pop Pop? Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength?

I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul.

I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest.

A million [bleep]ing diamonds! George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious.

You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. You're Killing Me, Buster.

I'm sure Egg is a great person. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? A night of heterosexual intercourse. That's my son, you pothead! 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! Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit.

Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. Butterscotch! Want a lick?

Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it.

I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. I should be in this Poof. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! 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.

Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. She calls it a Mayonegg. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? Heyyyyy, hermano.