Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. They don't allow you to have bees in here. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! Go ahead, touch the cornballer.

A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb.

Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. God knows they're squinters. Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter?

Annhog's coming? I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." He also said some things African American-y wasn't ready to hear. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants.

Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it.

I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out.

Pound is tic-tac-toe right? And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties.

Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect–

I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist.

I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship.