The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. I'm gonna go get sexy. You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent.

Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!!

Steve Holt? The moron jock? 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! Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza.

The Army had half a day. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car? She calls it a Mayonegg. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking.

I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. You can always tell a Milford man. You can control your bladder when you're dead! Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute!

And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. Annhog's coming? 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]. Tobias Fünke costume. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest.

There's a girl in my soup! Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose.

Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. Oh, COME ON! There are dozens of us! Dozens! So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. Way to plant, Ann!

I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City.

Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. I didn't mean who… I meant… her? Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. Obviously this blue part here is the land. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture.