Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot." These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'.

Way to plant, Ann! You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. You're blowing my mind, Frank. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed.

Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. There are dozens of us! DOZENS! Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON!

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. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants.

And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! You can control your bladder when you're dead! Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? Talk you off what, Pop Pop? A group of British builders operating outside the O.C.

I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. You're blowing my mind, Frank. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. She calls it a Mayonegg.

Steve Holt? The moron jock? Yeah, like anyone would want to R her.

I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Chickens don't clap! Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap.

I'M A MONSTER!! One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Teamocil. Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.

It's OUR nausea. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! What's up, fizz-ellas.