Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce.

Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. God knows they're squinters.

That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. There are dozens of us! Dozens! Shémale. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up.

Butterscotch! Want a lick? No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it.

These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar.

They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder?

Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. 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!

Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. With spicy club sauce. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen.

Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. He also said some things African American-y wasn't ready to hear. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!)

I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. Also, your knee is on my heart. A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus.