Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something.

Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. He's going to be all right. Steve Holt? The moron jock? Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch.

I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? 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. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza.

Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese?

Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" A million ****ing diamonds! Mission Accomplished. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to.

That was Tom Cruise, the actor. They said he was some kind of scientist. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar.

It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. It walked on my pillow!

He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. 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]. I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass.

I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. I've made a huge tiny mistake. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!

Teamocil. Chickens don't clap!