Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch.

This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being WITH you. She calls it a Mayonegg.

What a fun, sexy time for you. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it.

Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her!

I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! Tobias Fünke costume.

It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Daddy horny, Michael. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.

There's a girl in my soup! It's ok. You be with Yam. One for the ladies. Everybody dance… NOW.

Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast.

Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? I'm foolish and I'm funny and I'm needy. Am I needy? Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. I never thought I'd miss a hand so much!

The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. 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. Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. Way to plant, Ann! Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. Let's see some bananas and nuts!