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. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans."

Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. 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. This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. 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. First I blow him, then I poke him. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!

I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? 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. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. 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 don't appreciate the dry British humor. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. Let's see some bananas and nuts! We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'.

I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. You're Killing Me, Buster.

Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time.

Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you.

The Army had half a day. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities?

How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? I made a huge tiny mistake.