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. Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep].

I've made a huge tiny mistake. I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit?

♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw.

No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed.

We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. Operation Hot Mother. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! Daddy horny, Michael. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you.

George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think.

Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. Hair up, glasses off. Everybody dance… NOW. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! They frame my junk.

George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. 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.

And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens.

George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying.