Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib.

Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! 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!) No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare.

The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'.

I know what an erection feels like, Michael. A million [bleep]ing diamonds! It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears.

Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. 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.

Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! ♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪ She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot." Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce.

You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay.

No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. Heyyyyy, hermano. Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order.

See for more good stuff. I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block!

I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it. Butterscotch! Want a lick?