I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ Douche chill! You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Tobias is Queen Mary. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on!

Perhaps an attic shall I seek. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. Daddy horny, Michael. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. I made a huge tiny mistake.

Annyong. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you.

If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear. That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears. Family Love Michael.

It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. Tobias is Queen Mary. Don't call my escorts whores.

It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. 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. 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. I may have committed some light treason. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.

If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.

And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars?

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. One for the ladies. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Tobias Fünke costume. But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. They don't allow you to have bees in here.

O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ?