You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth.
How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. 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. You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish. Shémale. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza.
I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. Tobias Fünke costume. I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block!
Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich.
Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. Quicken! Premiere!
If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON!
How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? NO TOUCHING! The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. It walked on my pillow!
You're blowing my mind, Frank. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob.
I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Pound is tic-tac-toe right?
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. I should be in this Poof.