Operation Hot Mother. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. I hear the jury's still out on science.

Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. Happy Franklin Friday. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. Hair up, glasses off.

What's up, fizz-ellas. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese?

Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.

I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. Steve Holt? The moron jock? I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on!

I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! Heart attack never stopped old big bear! I didn't mean who… I meant… her? You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late.

O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. 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. I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. You can always tell a Milford man. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole.

I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer.

The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. That's my son, you pothead! Fun and failure both start out the same way.