Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. A million ****ing diamonds! She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist.

I cheated and I lied and I whored around. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you.

What's up, fizz-ellas. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. A million ****ing diamonds! I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion.

Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror.

Fried cheese… with club sauce. Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! Am I in two thirds of a hospital room?

With spicy club sauce. You're blowing my mind, Frank.

So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. You boys know how to shovel coal? How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. I'm sure Egg is a great person. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook.

Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. I figured out a way to make money while I'm working!

No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! Family Love Michael.

Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. It's ok. You be with Yam. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! Heyyyyy, hermano.