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. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too.

It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you.

Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy.

Talk you off what, Pop Pop? If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No.

I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. I'M A MONSTER!!

No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No.

Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce.

Fun and failure both start out the same way. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk?

You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you.

Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. They frame my junk. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met?