Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time.

Oh, COME ON! How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. Hair up, glasses off. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it.

One for the ladies. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect–

Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores.

Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive?

It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. 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. Mission Accomplished. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died.

You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans."

Everybody dance NOW. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base!

It feels good to be back in a queen! Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! Annyong. Mission Accomplished.

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! These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. What's up, fizz-ellas. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say.