How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? This was a big get for God. Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. 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.

The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently.

A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Fun and failure both start out the same way.

Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans."

And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect– We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves.

I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. I hear the jury's still out on science.

I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something?

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? I'M A MONSTER!! She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom.

O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. One for the ladies. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Happy Franklin Friday.

Annhog's coming? I made a huge tiny mistake. 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! Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times.