Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute!

First I blow him, then I poke him. I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. I hear the jury's still out on science. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out.

The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.)

Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Let's see some bananas and nuts! Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants.

Say goodbye to THESE! Monday morning. COME ON! I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose?

Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. There are dozens of us! Dozens! It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Pound is tic-tac-toe right? What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies!

Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. Everybody dance NOW. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities?

Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars?

It's a wonderful restaurant! I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run..so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. You're Killing Me, Buster. 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! Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive!

Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. Heyyyyy, hermano. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.