Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Hair up, glasses off. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers!

There's a girl in my soup! GENE!! [screams] Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! Perhaps an attic shall I seek. 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.

No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. Annhog's coming? Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason.

Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car? Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Turn this skiff around! Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you?

Let's see some bananas and nuts! That coat costs more than your house! It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. Speaking of settling, How's Ann?

I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. Let me out that Queen. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. It's ok. You be with Yam. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY.

I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans."

You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. 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. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job.

Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on!