No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. You're Killing Me, Buster.

But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. Butterscotch! Want a lick? I made a huge tiny mistake. Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on!

You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. 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. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! NO TOUCHING! Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding.

Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch.

She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one.

I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo.

I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. Are you at all concerned about an uprising? I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. Heart attack never stopped old big bear!

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! You can control your bladder when you're dead! I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook.

Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent.

Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! One for the ladies. Chickens don't clap! Waiting for the Emmys. BTW did you know won 6 Emmys and was still canceled early by Fox? COME ON. Heart attack never stopped old big bear! Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist.