This was a big get for God. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. When a.. man.. needs to prove to a woman that he's actually.. [pause].. When a man loves a woman.. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength?

It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! Friday night. 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. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order.

And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Everybody dance… NOW. Obviously this blue part here is the land.

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

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. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine.

You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off.

Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup.

Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza.

And THAT'S why you always leave a note. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook.