And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. I didn't mean who… I meant… her? Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar.

Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think. 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 in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group?

She calls it a mayonegg. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? One for the ladies. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! It's ok. You be with Yam. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. What have we always said is the most important thing?

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. What's up, fizz-ellas. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp.

You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. And I am rock steady. No more dizzies.

I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce.

I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money.

Chickens don't clap! What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. 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.

Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. Touché, Pandora. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen.

Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood.