Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in.

[sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." Annhog's coming? Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench. Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door.

Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we?

Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter.

Hair up, glasses off. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. What have we always said is the most important thing?

The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Also, your knee is on my heart. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? Daddy horny, Michael. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you!

God knows they're squinters. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did.

You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? A million [bleep]ing diamonds! Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't.

I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. And the soup of the day is bread.

Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. It's OUR nausea.