Those are balls. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you.

No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something?

What have we always said is the most important thing? Quicken! Premiere! Tobias Fünke costume. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car? We all need to pick a day to try and make trend.

You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? Friday night. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. He's going to be all right.

She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. God knows they're squinters. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. Obviously this blue part here is the land.

Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live!

The Army had half a day. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts.

Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. The Army had half a day. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. What's up, fizz-ellas.

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! A million [bleep]ing diamonds! I made a huge tiny mistake. Let's see some bananas and nuts! If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing.

She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar.