Go ahead, touch the cornballer. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you.

Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live!

George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. Hair up, glasses off.

Annyong. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car?

He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball!

[Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! What a fun, sexy time for you. 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. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair.

You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts.

We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits.

I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face.