No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live!

I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Touché, Pandora. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live!

There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! One for the ladies. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear.

Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest.

A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead.

How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. A million ****ing diamonds!

What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Operation Hot Mother.

Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. But where did the lighter fluid come from? She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways.

I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! There are dozens of us! DOZENS! Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day.

Obviously this blue part here is the land. This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. And THAT'S why you always leave a note. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans."