Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? There are dozens of us! Dozens! I hear the jury's still out on science. I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona.

So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. You can control your bladder when you're dead! Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. And the soup of the day is bread.

No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had.

Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. See for more good stuff. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Everybody dance NOW.

I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? Mission Accomplished. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early.

Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is.

We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.

♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo.

Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. God knows they're squinters.

God knows they're squinters. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Mission Accomplished. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar.