I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? When a.. man.. needs to prove to a woman that he's actually.. [pause].. When a man loves a woman..

If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? This was a big get for God.

I cheated and I lied and I whored around. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. 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.

Monday morning. COME ON! Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. What a fun, sexy time for you. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw!

Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? In the mid '90s, Tobias formed a folk music band with Lindsay and Maebe which he called Dr. Funke's 100 Percent Natural Good Time Family Band Solution. The group was underwritten by the Natural Food Life Company, a division of Chem-Grow, an Allen Crayne acqusition, which was part of the Squimm Group. Their motto was simple: We keep you alive. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. Oh, COME ON!

We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late.

GENE!! [screams] Mission Accomplished. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Fried cheese… with club sauce. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch.

This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging.

I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. Don't call my escorts whores. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Friday night.

Daddy horny, Michael. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch!