You can always tell a Milford man. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. It's ok. You be with Yam. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears.

The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. Shémale. Touché, Pandora. I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group?

Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies!

Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. I'm gonna go get sexy. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on!

I hear the jury's still out on science. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious.

I hear the jury's still out on science. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." I'm gonna go get sexy. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? Those are balls. I may have committed some light treason.

Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit.

Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot." You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. The Army had half a day. 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! Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose.

Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. Douche chill! You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you!

Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer.