With spicy club sauce. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you.

These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder."

Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ I should be in this Poof. Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. This was a big get for God. I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit?

It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter.

Touché, Pandora. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to.

Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. If that man's straight, then I am sober. I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready.

Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap.

You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. They don't allow you to have bees in here. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face.

Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. Annyong. Quicken! Premiere! I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane.

Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? Heart attack never stopped old big bear. And the soup of the day is bread.