Fried cheese… with club sauce. Let's see some bananas and nuts! Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Daddy horny, Michael. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON!

Also, your knee is on my heart. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! I hear the jury's still out on science. Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch!

Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Pound is tic-tac-toe right? The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! 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!

There are dozens of us! Dozens! ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist.

It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ That's my son, you pothead! There's a girl in my soup!

Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it?

Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. I hear the jury's still out on science.

The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer.

You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. That's my son, you pothead! The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed.

What have we always said is the most important thing? It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car? This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence.