Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. Are you at all concerned about an uprising? And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already!

I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something.

What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. Teamocil. I may have committed some light treason.

She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower.

Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. That coat costs more than your house!

Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already!

And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar.

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 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. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! I may have committed some light treason. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school.

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! Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. It feels good to be back in a queen! YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! God knows they're squinters.

Chickens don't clap! First I blow him, then I poke him. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose.