You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being WITH you. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. 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.

Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. You can always tell a Milford man. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'.

I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Friday night. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. Teamocil. What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it.

There are dozens of us! DOZENS! I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. 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 am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. You can control your bladder when you're dead! Daddy horny, Michael. But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY.

Daddy horny, Michael. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in.

Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Everybody dance… NOW. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold!

And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. There are dozens of us! DOZENS!

It feels good to be back in a queen! One for the ladies. Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. Everybody dance… NOW. You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard.