That's my son, you pothead! I know what an erection feels like, Michael. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed?

Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. 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]. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch!

I don't appreciate the dry British humor. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪

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!) Let's see some bananas and nuts! [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white!

It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did.

It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form.

Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive!

I made a huge tiny mistake. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball!

I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Chickens don't clap! Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth.

Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen.