It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? Turn this skiff around!

Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think. Family Love Michael. I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars?

Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Go ahead, touch the cornballer. I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Teamocil. Fried cheese… with club sauce.

It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Family Love Michael. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. Butterscotch! Want a lick?

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? Tobias Fünke costume. Speaking of settling, how's Ann? You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Each year, Oscar attempts the four hundred mile walk from Newport Beach to Berkeley, California. In the twelve years that he's attempted this, he's never made it farther than UC Irvine. She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can.

I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits.

Happy Franklin Friday. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. I didn't mean who… I meant… her? Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!)

There's a girl in my soup! You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken!

A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. One for the ladies. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray.

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. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals.