No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.

If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you.

GENE!! [screams] If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate.

She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch!

Go ahead, touch the cornballer. I'M A MONSTER!! Bob Loblaw Law Blog. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves.

I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. I hear the jury's still out on science. Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? Butterscotch! Want a lick?

I'M A MONSTER!! Way to plant, Ann! But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit.

Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. You're blowing my mind, Frank. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. You're blowing my mind, Frank. Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

Fried cheese… with club sauce. Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi.

Touché, Pandora. And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. You're blowing my mind, Frank.