I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot." I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. Shémale.

It's OUR nausea. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts.

I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion.

We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. I'm gonna go get sexy. Chickens don't clap! I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Each year, Oscar attempts the four hundred mile walk from Newport Beach to Berkeley, California. In the twelve years that he's attempted this, he's never made it farther than UC Irvine. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one.

I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! Why are you squeezing me with your body? Friday night. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!

The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪

I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. With spicy club sauce.

If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City.

One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Everybody dance NOW.