The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging.

I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. You can control your bladder when you're dead! Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense.

Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! You can always tell a Milford man. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. In the mid '90s, Tobias formed a folk music band with Lindsay and Maebe which he called Dr. Funke's 100 Percent Natural Good Time Family Band Solution. The group was underwritten by the Natural Food Life Company, a division of Chem-Grow, an Allen Crayne acqusition, which was part of the Squimm Group. Their motto was simple: We keep you alive. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen.

Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest.

Operation Hot Mother. Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. A million [bleep]ing diamonds! I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce.

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something?

What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children.

She calls it a mayonegg. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base!

Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare.

Let the great experiment begin! Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you.