And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. Chickens don't clap! You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. There are dozens of us! Dozens! They don't allow you to have bees in here. I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her!

Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. Why are you squeezing me with your body?

Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time.

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers!

Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth?

These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time.

Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit?

Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion.

Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. Perhaps an attic shall I seek.

Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. It's OUR nausea. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. Oh, COME ON! In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed.