Friday night. A million [bleep]ing diamonds! If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Tobias Fünke costume. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk!

You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain.

Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) Am I in two thirds of a hospital room?

What have we always said is the most important thing? Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying.

Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. 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.

I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? 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. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer.

I'M A MONSTER!! Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul.

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. 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.

The Army had half a day. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order.