You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪

Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. There are dozens of us! Dozens! [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun.

I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble.

Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Friday night. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. She calls it a mayonegg. What a fun, sexy time for you. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest?

Happy Franklin Friday. You're blowing my mind, Frank.

Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Speaking of settling, how's Ann?

You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Turn this skiff around! Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off.

Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! I hear the jury's still out on science. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. But where did the lighter fluid come from? Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. Daddy horny, Michael.

I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. I hear the jury's still out on science. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! And I am rock steady. No more dizzies.

What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! Heyyyyy, hermano. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. A million ****ing diamonds!