You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter?

Speaking of settling, how's Ann? I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run..so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar.

I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. The Army had half a day. Fun and failure both start out the same way. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. You boys know how to shovel coal? Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.

I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Are you at all concerned about an uprising? Oh, COME ON!

Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! 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. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. Heart attack never stopped old big bear! Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold.

If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON!

Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Shémale. Everybody dance… NOW. Are you at all concerned about an uprising?

Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs!

Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car?

I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. Speaking of settling, how's Ann? They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Turn this skiff around!