If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.

Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. Oh, COME ON! There are dozens of us! DOZENS! Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Way to plant, Ann!

No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't.

With spicy club sauce. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? Oh, COME ON! Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth.

Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Teamocil. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think.

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. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch.

I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. 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!)

She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. Turn this skiff around! I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had.

Happy Franklin Friday. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ That coat costs more than your house! She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. Heart attack never stopped old big bear.