Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. And the soup of the day is bread. I never thought I'd miss a hand so much!

I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face.

Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Everybody dance NOW. Annyong. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face.

It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. Do you have any idea how often you say the word "afraid"? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. "Circumvent." It means "to go around." Gob: The old "reach around."

It's a wonderful restaurant! George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man.

Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. I may have committed some light treason.

Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. Daddy horny, Michael. GENE!! [screams] If that man's straight, then I am sober.

Monday morning. COME ON! Monday morning. COME ON! Mission Accomplished. Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. Turn this skiff around! It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. Yeah, like anyone would want to R her.

You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Daddy horny, Michael.

A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. Speaking of settling, how's Ann? I'll sacrifice anything for my children. GENE!! [screams] It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong?