Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in.

I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.

Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being WITH you. One for the ladies. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder."

It's ok. You be with Yam. Daddy horny, Michael. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass.

OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish. Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. And THAT'S why you always leave a note. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.

Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass.

Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? He's going to be all right. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo.

Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! Butterscotch! Want a lick?

In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Quicken! Premiere! So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. She calls it a mayonegg. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass.

I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. That was Tom Cruise, the actor. They said he was some kind of scientist. A night of heterosexual intercourse.