Let the great experiment begin! Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car?

Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold.

She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. That coat costs more than your house!

Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. 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! It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Everybody dance NOW. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it.

Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. I'm sure Egg is a great person. 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. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down.

I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair.

What a fun, sexy time for you. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA?

So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! I should be in this Poof. Chickens don't clap! Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? I didn't mean who… I meant… her? You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking.

You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is.

Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman…