♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. There's a girl in my soup!

We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. Friday night. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence.

There are dozens of us! Dozens! How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think.

Way to plant, Ann! A million ****ing diamonds!

Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! In the mid '90s, Tobias formed a folk music band with Lindsay and Maebe which he called Dr. Funke's 100 Percent Natural Good Time Family Band Solution. The group was underwritten by the Natural Food Life Company, a division of Chem-Grow, an Allen Crayne acqusition, which was part of the Squimm Group. Their motto was simple: We keep you alive. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. "Circumvent." It means "to go around." Gob: The old "reach around." Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. Daddy horny, Michael. One for the ladies.

Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit.

I'M A MONSTER!! If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Annyong. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON.

What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. Bob Loblaw Law Blog. With spicy club sauce. 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.

♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ God knows they're squinters. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. Heart attack never stopped old big bear.