I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ Pound is tic-tac-toe, right?

I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble.

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer.

Turn this skiff around! It's OUR nausea. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same.

[sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." That's my son, you pothead! Hair up, glasses off. Tobias Fünke costume. Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it.

Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog.

GENE!! [screams] No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza.

Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. Tobias Fünke costume.

No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate.

How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.)