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. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits.

What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. He also said some things African American-y wasn't ready to hear. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ I hear the jury's still out on science. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON.

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. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive!

I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. Annhog's coming? Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. Way to plant, Ann! Teamocil. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay!

The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. It walked on my pillow! [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." 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.

She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. Daddy horny, Michael. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto.

Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious.

Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something?

When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman… I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain."

Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard.