The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Let the great experiment begin!

This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. 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 don't appreciate the dry British humor. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely.

For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol.

This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen.

She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Are you at all concerned about an uprising? Daddy horny, Michael. 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! She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON.

Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Everybody dance… NOW. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. Shémale.

I know what an erection feels like, Michael. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay.

How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. Daddy horny, Michael. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay!

We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. I may have committed some light treason. 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'. Quicken! Premiere! Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane.

Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. And THAT'S why you always leave a note. Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it.