Friday night. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. There are dozens of us! Dozens! You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist.

For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it!

Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. Oh, COME ON! Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it.

And THAT'S why you always leave a note. It walked on my pillow! I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. Perhaps an attic shall I seek.

Speaking of settling, how's Ann? Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? Operation Hot Mother.

YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants.

Annhog's coming? Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. 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!

Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. What a fun, sexy time for you. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Turn this skiff around!

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'. I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. There are dozens of us! DOZENS!

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]. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce.