I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? Touché, Pandora. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies!

Shémale. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Douche chill!

Hair up, glasses off. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. I've made a huge tiny mistake. I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass.

"Circumvent." It means "to go around." Gob: The old "reach around." So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me!

Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. Douche chill! Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA?

If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking.

First I blow him, then I poke him. Chickens don't clap! Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. You're Killing Me, Buster.

You can always tell a Milford man. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Don't call my escorts whores. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me.

Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. One for the ladies.

I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Chickens don't clap! Let me out that Queen. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist.