Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay.

And the soup of the day is bread. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!

Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. Chickens don't clap! Annyong. It feels good to be back in a queen! I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Quicken! Premiere!

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities?

It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Chickens don't clap! I made a huge tiny mistake. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ It walked on my pillow!

For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful!

That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. I may have committed some light treason.

I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture.

Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet.

No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. I made a huge tiny mistake.