No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care!

My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. I'm sure Egg is a great person. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants.

That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! A group of British builders operating outside the O.C.

Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. Talk you off what, Pop Pop? You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. When a.. man.. needs to prove to a woman that he's actually.. [pause].. When a man loves a woman..

I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! Butterscotch! Want a lick? It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? Pound is tic-tac-toe right?

Daddy horny, Michael. Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Fun and failure both start out the same way.

Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Operation Hot Mother.

She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. I hear the jury's still out on science. It's OUR nausea. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!!

Chickens don't clap! It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch. But where did the lighter fluid come from? Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one.

It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Don't call my escorts whores. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. One for the ladies. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. You're blowing my mind, Frank.