God knows they're squinters. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. Don't call my escorts whores. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it.

Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Steve Holt? The moron jock? I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!!

What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. It feels good to be back in a queen! Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. That was Tom Cruise, the actor. They said he was some kind of scientist.

I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Touché, Pandora. 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! Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON.

My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. A million ****ing diamonds! We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Steve Holt? The moron jock?

I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something?

Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!)

♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪ I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces.

Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children.

Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. The Army had half a day. He's going to be all right. I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office.