I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? See for more good stuff. Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus.

Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? They frame my junk. You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong!

I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we.

Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. Chickens don't clap!

Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! Oh, COME ON! You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet.

Waiting for the Emmys. BTW did you know won 6 Emmys and was still canceled early by Fox? COME ON. 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. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Steve Holt? The moron jock?

Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw.

I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Turn this skiff around! 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. It's ok. You be with Yam. And the soup of the day is bread. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one.

Turn this skiff around! Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her.