Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to.

A night of heterosexual intercourse. I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit.

She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood?

I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. That coat costs more than your house! I hear the jury's still out on science. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died.

Mission Accomplished. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live!

I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I'll never forget your wedding. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON! Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. There are dozens of us! Dozens! Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. I've made a huge tiny mistake.

She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. I hear the jury's still out on science. Everybody dance… NOW. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Tobias Fünke costume.

Shémale. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form.

What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? 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. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.

You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. Hair up, glasses off. That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. And the soup of the day is bread.