They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann.

It's OUR nausea. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. What a fun, sexy time for you. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! You can always tell a Milford man. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh.

Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Turn this skiff around! It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. Quicken! Premiere!

♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪ You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball!

Are you at all concerned about an uprising? Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! 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!) If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw.

I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Fried cheese… with club sauce. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies!

It walked on my pillow! There are dozens of us! DOZENS! I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? And here you are coming out of your mother's third base!

Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Touché, Pandora.

Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole.

Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture.