Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. Hair up, glasses off.

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. Fun and failure both start out the same way. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on!

Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit?

He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny.

Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. Steve Holt? The moron jock? Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪

If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw.

Teamocil. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Steve Holt? The moron jock? ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies!

Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. Fun and failure both start out the same way. You can always tell a Milford man. If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. You're Killing Me, Buster. Oh, COME ON! Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward.

You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball!

This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? I never thought I'd miss a hand so much!