If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings?
And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!
The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch!
Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad.
I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. This was a big get for God.
You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish. Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? One for the ladies. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it.
A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. Annyong. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.
It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ 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! It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face.
They frame my junk. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo.
I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. What a fun, sexy time for you. Speaking of settling, how's Ann? Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough.