This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. You can always tell a Milford man. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence.

I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. If that man's straight, then I am sober. Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne.

Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. Steve Holt? The moron jock? Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Waiting for the Emmys. BTW did you know won 6 Emmys and was still canceled early by Fox? COME ON. Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot." What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah!

Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Heart attack never stopped old big bear.

I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus.

Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Talk you off what, Pop Pop? ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪

This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.

I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet.

You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Annhog's coming? Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! Don't call my escorts whores. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain."

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine.