No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. Steve Holt? The moron jock?

It feels good to be back in a queen! There are dozens of us! Dozens!

This was a big get for God. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on!

Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect– You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk?

I made a huge tiny mistake. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. 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]. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants.

I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. Operation Hot Mother. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Teamocil. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts.

Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. What have we always said is the most important thing? Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason.

Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. A million [bleep]ing diamonds! I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship. Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob.

Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) 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. She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something.

I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!