I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture.

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 burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. If that man's straight, then I am sober. 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.

Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit.

I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!

And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. You're Killing Me, Buster.

I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. In the mid '90s, Tobias formed a folk music band with Lindsay and Maebe which he called Dr. Funke's 100 Percent Natural Good Time Family Band Solution. The group was underwritten by the Natural Food Life Company, a division of Chem-Grow, an Allen Crayne acqusition, which was part of the Squimm Group. Their motto was simple: We keep you alive.

Tobias is Queen Mary. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap.

How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up.

Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family.

I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! 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. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn?