In the mid '90s, Tobias formed a folk music band with Lindsay and Maebe which he called Dr. Funke's 100 Percent Natural Good Time Family Band Solution. The group was underwritten by the Natural Food Life Company, a division of Chem-Grow, an Allen Crayne acqusition, which was part of the Squimm Group. Their motto was simple: We keep you alive. It's a wonderful restaurant! I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming.

Chickens don't clap! You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out.

I should be in this Poof. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man.

I should be in this Poof. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear.

You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. That's my son, you pothead! I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense.

Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? "Circumvent." It means "to go around." Gob: The old "reach around." You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car?

Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you.

The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! Friday night. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest.

You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman… Oh, COME ON!

I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom.