If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. That's my son, you pothead! Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" Heyyyyy, hermano.

Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY.

Daddy horny, Michael. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder."

He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. Why are you squeezing me with your body? Happy Franklin Friday. This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. Fun and failure both start out the same way. This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. 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.

And THAT'S why you always leave a note. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. 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!) Heyyyyy, hermano. Yeah, like anyone would want to R her.

It's ok. You be with Yam. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH!

[climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. Touché, Pandora.

I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw!

Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! First I blow him, then I poke him. Oh…yeah…the guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. And THAT'S why you always leave a note.

They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman… I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face.