Heart attack never stopped old big bear. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp.

Fun and failure both start out the same way. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed?

No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest.

Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. Happy Franklin Friday. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers!

I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. I hear the jury's still out on science. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob.

It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! With spicy club sauce. 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! Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH!

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. I'M A MONSTER!! Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass.

If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. Heyyyyy, hermano. She calls it a mayonegg. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base!

Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth.