Those are balls. A million [bleep]ing diamonds! Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens.

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.

No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. Turn this skiff around!

There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. I'M A MONSTER!!

A night of heterosexual intercourse. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. You can always tell a Milford man. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! Mission Accomplished. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA?

Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. First I blow him, then I poke him. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. It walked on my pillow! There's a girl in my soup!

No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you?

Happy Franklin Friday. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? Friday night. 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.

Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. And I am rock steady. No more dizzies.

Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt?