One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you.

The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. And the soup of the day is bread. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. You boys know how to shovel coal?

WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met?

We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful!

Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! Chickens don't clap! I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy.

Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. You're blowing my mind, Frank. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" There's a girl in my soup!

A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.

Pound is tic-tac-toe right? Annhog's coming? Are you at all concerned about an uprising? You can always tell a Milford man. She calls it a Mayonegg. Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. Do you have any idea how often you say the word "afraid"? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. Also, your knee is on my heart.

I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest.

There are dozens of us! Dozens! This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did.