I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. 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. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious.

[climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster.

This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. It's a wonderful restaurant!

I'm foolish and I'm funny and I'm needy. Am I needy? Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes. Pound is tic-tac-toe right? She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Let me out that Queen.

We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.

Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point.

That's my son, you pothead! Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on!

Turn this skiff around! That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears. I hear the jury's still out on science. You can control your bladder when you're dead! No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul.

Oh, COME ON! I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. Each year, Oscar attempts the four hundred mile walk from Newport Beach to Berkeley, California. In the twelve years that he's attempted this, he's never made it farther than UC Irvine. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead!

Heart attack never stopped old big bear. A million ****ing diamonds! A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order.