I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. 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. You're blowing my mind, Frank.

Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. She calls it a mayonegg. And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! Pound is tic-tac-toe, right?

Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. Hair up, glasses off. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook.

Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Tobias is Queen Mary.

One for the ladies. Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer.

I made a huge tiny mistake. If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Quicken! Premiere! It's a wonderful restaurant! Obviously this blue part here is the land. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate.

Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. It's a wonderful restaurant! 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.

Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car? So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits.

My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer. 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.

No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. If that man's straight, then I am sober. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out.