The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. 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. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. And THAT'S why you always leave a note. Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason.

Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair.

He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. You're Killing Me, Buster. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese?

Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? 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.

That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. You're Killing Me, Buster. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. She calls it a Mayonegg. There are dozens of us! Dozens! Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it.

Heart attack never stopped old big bear. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. What's up, fizz-ellas. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar.

Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. Are you at all concerned about an uprising? I may have committed some light treason.

Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? Why are you squeezing me with your body? Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard.

Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. 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!)