Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times.

So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Tobias Fünke costume. Steve Holt? The moron jock? Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? Butterscotch! Want a lick?

If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? Chickens don't clap! Bob Loblaw Law Blog. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. When a.. man.. needs to prove to a woman that he's actually.. [pause].. When a man loves a woman.. Family Love Michael. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto.

Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON!

You boys know how to shovel coal? Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example.

Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter.

I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. Oh, COME ON! I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON!

Everybody dance NOW. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre.

Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." You can control your bladder when you're dead! And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. There are dozens of us! DOZENS! Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive!

A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Daddy horny, Michael. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one.