They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh!

Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Everybody dance NOW. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!

That coat costs more than your house! Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! 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. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed?

Heart attack never stopped old big bear! She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. That's my son, you pothead!

You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY.

I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Teamocil.

It walked on my pillow! I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. Touché, Pandora. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.

You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! Pound is tic-tac-toe right? Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. I may have committed some light treason. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming.

No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Shémale. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down.

You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Hair up, glasses off.