Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb.

And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it.

And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. Perhaps an attic shall I seek.

I made a huge tiny mistake. Don't call my escorts whores. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.

See for more good stuff. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. Shémale.

It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? I made a huge tiny mistake. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! Do you have any idea how often you say the word "afraid"? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early.

Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard.

Annhog's coming? No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being WITH you.

WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. Speaking of settling, how's Ann? Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib.

Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. That's my son, you pothead!