If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. I hear the jury's still out on science. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball!

Annyong. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? It walked on my pillow!

Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. 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. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

Steve Holt? The moron jock? Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. If that man's straight, then I am sober. Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh.

Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. You're blowing my mind, Frank. You're blowing my mind, Frank.

He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. Annyong. You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood?

I hear the jury's still out on science. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already!

But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. Dead Dove DO NOT EAT.

Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. There's a girl in my soup! Heyyyyy, hermano.

Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Everybody dance… NOW. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!!