Hair up, glasses off. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. 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! How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law.

I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. Friday night. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute!

Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Obviously this blue part here is the land. If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. With spicy club sauce. There are dozens of us! Dozens! The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. 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.

She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. Way to plant, Ann! In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw.

Daddy horny, Michael. I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Chickens don't clap! Bob Loblaw Law Blog.

Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. Mission Accomplished.

I know what an erection feels like, Michael. Everybody dance… NOW. Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch.

The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas.

Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael.

Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. Annhog's coming? "Circumvent." It means "to go around." Gob: The old "reach around." Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. 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. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up.