How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. 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! No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap?

I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot." A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! You can always tell a Milford man. If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear.

We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much.

But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right?

I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? Monday morning. COME ON! So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto.

Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. I'm sure Egg is a great person.

Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? I'm sure Egg is a great person.

Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live!

I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. I made a huge tiny mistake.

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. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter.