It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. I didn't mean who… I meant… her? Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can.

Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood?

Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Operation Hot Mother.

Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. There's a girl in my soup! Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can.

Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. There's a girl in my soup! I may have committed some light treason. God knows they're squinters. Turn this skiff around!

Pound is tic-tac-toe right? Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." See for more good stuff.

♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard.

So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. Daddy horny, Michael. 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. Shémale. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad?

Talk you off what, Pop Pop? No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare.

In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Hair up, glasses off.