Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! 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. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard.

George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. I may have committed some light treason. A million [bleep]ing diamonds!

Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. 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. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. Touché, Pandora.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. See for more good stuff. Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. NO TOUCHING! But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen.

I'm gonna go get sexy. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. I know what an erection feels like, Michael.

I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. Bob Loblaw Law Blog. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! 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. Annyong.

Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times.

Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? Let me out that Queen. You can control your bladder when you're dead! This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. 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's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. Daddy horny, Michael. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something?

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Butterscotch! Want a lick? For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive!

Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! I'M A MONSTER!! Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted.