What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Douche chill! Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car? No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. God knows they're squinters.

And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward.

Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you!

And the soup of the day is bread. Fun and failure both start out the same way. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON.

When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman… The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers!

I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time.

Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. And the soup of the day is bread. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch!

See for more good stuff. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands.

You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. Butterscotch! Want a lick?