George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes.

I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. Shémale. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense.

If that man's straight, then I am sober. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. With spicy club sauce. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann.

The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Daddy horny, Michael. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. Fun and failure both start out the same way.

If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. There are dozens of us! Dozens! You can always tell a Milford man. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one.

I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. This was a big get for God. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.

I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? See for more good stuff. That's my son, you pothead! The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball!

Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. 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!) You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball!

The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you.