It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! 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. You boys know how to shovel coal? She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. I made a huge tiny mistake.

Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in.

Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it?

If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I'll never forget your wedding.

Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? 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.

It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. A night of heterosexual intercourse.

GENE!! [screams] Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. Heyyyyy, hermano. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom?

I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? 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. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. But where did the lighter fluid come from?

There are dozens of us! Dozens! Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead!

Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had.