Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it?

I've made a huge tiny mistake. One for the ladies. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.

A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her.

Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower.

Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? A million ****ing diamonds! First I blow him, then I poke him. A million ****ing diamonds! [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear.

The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something?

Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. Go ahead, touch the cornballer.

No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate.

Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese?

I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane.