Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Speaking of settling, How's Ann?

Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul.

No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I'll never forget your wedding. Monday morning. COME ON! Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Happy Franklin Friday. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!"

♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears. There's a girl in my soup! It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time.

You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. God knows they're squinters. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Butterscotch! Want a lick?

So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪

Way to plant, Ann! If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? There are dozens of us! Dozens! Speaking of settling, how's Ann?

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. Everybody dance… NOW.

You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. You can control your bladder when you're dead! See for more good stuff. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!

I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. I may have committed some light treason. Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol.