OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? You can control your bladder when you're dead! I know what an erection feels like, Michael. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think.

No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! Obviously this blue part here is the land. Touché, Pandora.

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. Heart attack never stopped old big bear! Hair up, glasses off. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay!

A million [bleep]ing diamonds! Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it.

Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. I made a huge tiny mistake. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. Annhog's coming? 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. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to.

Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on!

Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. Steve Holt? The moron jock? Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead!

You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. He's going to be all right. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect– You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking.

I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. You're Killing Me, Buster. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits.

You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is.