Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.

I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit.

And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? You can always tell a Milford man. It's OUR nausea. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best?

¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect–

Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. I made a huge tiny mistake.

I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect– The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you?

[climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run..so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn?

With spicy club sauce. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Teamocil.

Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) If that man's straight, then I am sober. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you?

This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on!