I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder."

Happy Franklin Friday. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Touché, Pandora. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Each year, Oscar attempts the four hundred mile walk from Newport Beach to Berkeley, California. In the twelve years that he's attempted this, he's never made it farther than UC Irvine. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. 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.

That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can.

Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! The Army had half a day. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing.

One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something.

These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. Why are you squeezing me with your body? You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard.

This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! She calls it a mayonegg. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.

There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect–

If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt?

With spicy club sauce. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed.