Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? I'M A MONSTER!!

How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball!

You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. When a.. man.. needs to prove to a woman that he's actually.. [pause].. When a man loves a woman.. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. 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. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it.

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. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON! I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. Touché, Pandora. Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

[climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money.

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah!

I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence.

Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! Why are you squeezing me with your body? What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it.

No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror.

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. What have we always said is the most important thing? Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay.