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 hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane.

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you.

Butterscotch! Want a lick? Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi.

Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. Are you at all concerned about an uprising?

There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster.

Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face.

What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it?

Speaking of settling, How's Ann? It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on?

Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Fun and failure both start out the same way.

You can always tell a Milford man. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.