It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group?

I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children.

Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Am I in two thirds of a hospital room?

I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job.

No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. Heart attack never stopped old big bear! We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. You can always tell a Milford man. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you?

George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship.

[sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza.

I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think.

And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! Heart attack never stopped old big bear! There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror.

♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪ Mission Accomplished. You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd.