Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her.

A million [bleep]ing diamonds! You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Butterscotch! Want a lick? Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead!

George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? Say goodbye to THESE! Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it?

You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar.

The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard.

Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. Perhaps an attic shall I seek.

Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz.

No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Turn this skiff around! Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann.

Monday morning. COME ON! After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? I'm gonna go get sexy.

A night of heterosexual intercourse. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed?