Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars?

My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties.

Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh.

Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons.

I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood?

Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer.

Let the great experiment begin! Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ?

Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. What a fun, sexy time for you.

Heyyyyy, hermano. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man.

It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways.