Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Way to plant, Ann! Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair.

Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. 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.

It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." I should be in this Poof. Butterscotch! Want a lick?

You boys know how to shovel coal? Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white!

Chickens don't clap! Let me out that Queen. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! ♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪ How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you.

Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! Pound is tic-tac-toe right? Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. You're blowing my mind, Frank. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce.

And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit.

A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. 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. Turn this skiff around! Douche chill! I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! It's a wonderful restaurant!

Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! Go ahead, touch the cornballer.

This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts.