Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. Oh, COME ON! I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive?

Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. A night of heterosexual intercourse. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful!

I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! I may have committed some light treason. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob.

God knows they're squinters. You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. Talk you off what, Pop Pop?

Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. This was a big get for God.

I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. With spicy club sauce.

I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Do you have any idea how often you say the word "afraid"? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! A million ****ing diamonds!

If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear. Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. First I blow him, then I poke him.

Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken!

Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! Fried cheese… with club sauce. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo.