He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears. It walked on my pillow!

Happy Franklin Friday. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Let the great experiment begin! I may have committed some light treason. There are dozens of us! DOZENS! Tobias is Queen Mary. Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point.

Annhog's coming? Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. Oh, COME ON! There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. Are you at all concerned about an uprising? However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing.

I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Heart attack never stopped old big bear! [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw!

Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. If that man's straight, then I am sober. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. Go ahead, touch the cornballer.

Steve Holt? The moron jock? Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. That coat costs more than your house! ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag.

Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Everybody dance NOW. Everybody dance… NOW.

She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Waiting for the Emmys. BTW did you know won 6 Emmys and was still canceled early by Fox? COME ON.

Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos.

What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Fried cheese… with club sauce. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. She calls it a mayonegg. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live!