Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Friday night. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose.

Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. Tobias Fünke costume. 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. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City.

For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run..so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. It's a wonderful restaurant!

The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores.

It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. There are dozens of us! Dozens! I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. I'm sure Egg is a great person.

With spicy club sauce. A night of heterosexual intercourse. I don't appreciate the dry British humor.

He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face.

Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed.

Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass!

Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. 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.