I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp.

O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Friday night. I may have committed some light treason. Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up.

I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I'll never forget your wedding. It's OUR nausea.

Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON! I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth.

You're Killing Me, Buster. This was a big get for God. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood.

Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing.

She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC?

What have we always said is the most important thing? No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are!

Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Operation Hot Mother. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on!

He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain.