Happy Franklin Friday. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch!

Annyong. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Heart attack never stopped old big bear! No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth.

It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! What a fun, sexy time for you. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live!

He's going to be all right. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars?

Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. It's OUR nausea.

They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. It's OUR nausea. It's a wonderful restaurant!

Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! "Circumvent." It means "to go around." Gob: The old "reach around." You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap.

Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! Oh…yeah…the guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on!

Daddy horny, Michael. Happy Franklin Friday.

I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard.