Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Quicken! Premiere! Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways.

And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Hair up, glasses off. Steve Holt? The moron jock? Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends.

Bob Loblaw Law Blog. Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers!

Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. Those are balls.

What have we always said is the most important thing? George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.

How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) Heyyyyy, hermano. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut.

You can always tell a Milford man. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. Talk you off what, Pop Pop? You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit.

After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Heyyyy uncle father Oscar.

These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn?

YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. I'M A MONSTER!! However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit.