So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on?

I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot." No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I'll never forget your wedding.

The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON! I hear the jury's still out on science. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you.

Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!

I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. Daddy horny, Michael. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag.

We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. Obviously this blue part here is the land. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch.

She calls it a Mayonegg. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael.

Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. Pound is tic-tac-toe right? Hair up, glasses off. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist.

Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON! What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C.

Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order.