I'm sure Egg is a great person. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough.

However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. I'm sure Egg is a great person. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. Let's see some bananas and nuts! I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen.

I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. Tobias Fünke costume. Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane.

What's up, fizz-ellas. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding.

It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. Tobias Fünke costume. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car? Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on!

I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me.

You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball!

I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it.

You're Killing Me, Buster. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene.

It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay!