I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. I'm gonna go get sexy. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom.

Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely.

Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit.

What's up, fizz-ellas. But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. And the soup of the day is bread. Operation Hot Mother. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. I never thought I'd miss a hand so much!

You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children.

You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. Heyyyyy, hermano. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think.

Steve Holt? The moron jock? Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. I made a huge tiny mistake. I'm foolish and I'm funny and I'm needy. Am I needy? Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes. Happy Franklin Friday. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking.

First I blow him, then I poke him. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. Fun and failure both start out the same way. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying.

That's my son, you pothead! Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? Annhog's coming? That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. I'm gonna go get sexy. Steve Holt? The moron jock? Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door.