Friday night. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael.

It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. 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.

Family Love Michael. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think.

¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. 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. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future.

A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. Hair up, glasses off. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.

Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun.

Chickens don't clap! Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children.

No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. A million [bleep]ing diamonds! That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually.

The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Don't call my escorts whores.

You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch.