What's up, fizz-ellas. Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. Shémale. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. Oh, COME ON!

It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. I didn't mean who… I meant… her? A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on!

Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. I hear the jury's still out on science. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. And I am rock steady. No more dizzies.

We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay.

You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag.

I'm gonna go get sexy. So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us.

Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future.

Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Oh, COME ON! Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! Butterscotch! Want a lick? Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia?

Let me out that Queen. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia?

Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair.