Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. You're Killing Me, Buster. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. She calls it a mayonegg. Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON.

Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Why are you squeezing me with your body?

The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. I made a huge tiny mistake. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. Don't call my escorts whores.

Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough.

She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. 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. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk!

Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar.

The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. 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. You can control your bladder when you're dead! Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. Say goodbye to THESE! How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo.

So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans.

Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. I may have committed some light treason. God knows they're squinters. But where did the lighter fluid come from?

It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? One for the ladies. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.