Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!

I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Monday morning. COME ON! Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene.

Speaking of settling, how's Ann? Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day.

These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Talk you off what, Pop Pop?

Everybody dance NOW. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!"

Bob Loblaw Law Blog. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Douche chill! 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. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot."

You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. Douche chill! Why are you squeezing me with your body? Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. I've made a huge tiny mistake. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy.

Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'.

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. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch!

Turn this skiff around! Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. Annyong.