The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. Those are balls.

She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. I've made a huge tiny mistake. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City.

Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. Heyyyyy, hermano. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist. 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. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. And the soup of the day is bread. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law.

I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. There's a girl in my soup!

Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Go ahead, touch the cornballer.

Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder?

But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" Everybody dance NOW. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth.

Annyong. If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. I hear the jury's still out on science. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane.

Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann.