Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live!

Douche chill! Speaking of settling, how's Ann? Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Hair up, glasses off.

Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! It's ok. You be with Yam. Family Love Michael. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael.

I hear the jury's still out on science. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans."

Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.

A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best?

I'M A MONSTER!! Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you?

If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear.

Shémale. A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Happy Franklin Friday. I hear the jury's still out on science. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob.

Fried cheese… with club sauce. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest.