Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Also, your knee is on my heart.

Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? Let me out that Queen. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob.

He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. Also, your knee is on my heart. NO TOUCHING! It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face.

Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. Say goodbye to THESE! Shémale. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet.

It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive?

♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman…

Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. It walked on my pillow!

Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt!

[Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship.

I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits.