First I blow him, then I poke him. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. Hair up, glasses off. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! They don't allow you to have bees in here.

I made a huge tiny mistake. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. Let's see some bananas and nuts! A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay!

It's ok. You be with Yam. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? First I blow him, then I poke him. I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you?

Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun.

You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Mission Accomplished.

I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. See for more good stuff.

Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. Oh, COME ON!

No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk?

It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. Tobias Fünke costume. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre.

She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best?