I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces.

If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! What a fun, sexy time for you. Yeah, like anyone would want to R her.

In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!!

This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

Everybody dance NOW. Turn this skiff around! Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. Heart attack never stopped old big bear! Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too.

Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you!

Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight.

So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. 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. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny.

She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. "Circumvent." It means "to go around." Gob: The old "reach around." Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw!

But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs!