Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC?

Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed?

You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Heart attack never stopped old big bear! Those are balls. Chickens don't clap!

And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet.

Let the great experiment begin! Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Everybody dance NOW. Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? 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've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza.

The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce.

When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman… This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. Each year, Oscar attempts the four hundred mile walk from Newport Beach to Berkeley, California. In the twelve years that he's attempted this, he's never made it farther than UC Irvine. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. Daddy horny, Michael. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen.

The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. He's going to be all right. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around.

Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo.