You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. I've made a huge tiny mistake. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed.

Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood?

How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can.

Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. Way to plant, Ann! Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts.

They don't allow you to have bees in here. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. She calls it a mayonegg. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face.

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? I'M A MONSTER!! Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Teamocil. I'm gonna go get sexy.

Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Speaking of settling, how's Ann? Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza.

Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. A night of heterosexual intercourse. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." I'm sure Egg is a great person. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen.

And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. Chickens don't clap! Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.

One for the ladies. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her!