Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? Everybody dance… NOW. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! And the soup of the day is bread.

So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? It's OUR nausea. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. 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. Everybody dance… NOW. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking.

You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette.

He's going to be all right. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch!

I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza.

Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it.

Say goodbye to THESE! Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? And THAT'S why you always leave a note. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Talk you off what, Pop Pop?

In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. 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! He's going to be all right. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose.

No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. That coat costs more than your house! In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed.

Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car? Friday night. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!