Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. Talk you off what, Pop Pop? Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder."

Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. The Army had half a day. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah!

He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay.

He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Don't call my escorts whores.

Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" I cheated and I lied and I whored around. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo.

What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something.

Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. Friday night.

I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. Daddy horny, Michael. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think.

Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.

Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun.