Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! I made a huge tiny mistake. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you.

What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. 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. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Talk you off what, Pop Pop?

Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Turn this skiff around! It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Go ahead, touch the cornballer.

WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. Touché, Pandora. It walked on my pillow! She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Why are you squeezing me with your body?

A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Touché, Pandora.

It walked on my pillow! George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.

A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. Chickens don't clap! Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive?

I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. There are dozens of us! Dozens! Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns.

There's a girl in my soup! Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit?

Let's see some bananas and nuts! Turn this skiff around! Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn?