I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah!

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I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. I made a huge tiny mistake. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag.

Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants.

Fried cheese… with club sauce. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. Fried cheese… with club sauce. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on!

George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. GENE!! [screams] We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ You can control your bladder when you're dead! Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH!

In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. 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'. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar.

I'M A MONSTER!! I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. Quicken! Premiere! Operation Hot Mother. It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something.

Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead.

I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. 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.