Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me.

Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON! A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. Talk you off what, Pop Pop? It walked on my pillow! Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer.

Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.

Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. Butterscotch! Want a lick? It walked on my pillow!

I'm foolish and I'm funny and I'm needy. Am I needy? Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times.

She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC.

Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you.

Heyyyyy, hermano. Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!

I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Speaking of settling, How's Ann? There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties.

She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. What have we always said is the most important thing?