It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. There's a girl in my soup! I've made a huge tiny mistake. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. See for more good stuff. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans.

This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you.

If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. God knows they're squinters.

These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school.

I'll sacrifice anything for my children. I'm gonna go get sexy. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo.

It's ok. You be with Yam. Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.

Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain.

He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. Let the great experiment begin! And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? Friday night. A night of heterosexual intercourse. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful!

Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. A night of heterosexual intercourse. If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb.

One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook.