Hair up, glasses off. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! They frame my junk. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw.

Mission Accomplished. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you.

Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group?

I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. Also, your knee is on my heart.

Let's see some bananas and nuts! 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 just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold!

[Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? Say goodbye to THESE! Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. Daddy horny, Michael. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face.

Quicken! Premiere! It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. With spicy club sauce. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C.

♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight.

Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans.

♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.)