Bob Loblaw Law Blog. Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. Shémale. 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!

George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." I hear the jury's still out on science. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce.

Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? You can control your bladder when you're dead! Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car? And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect.

You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? We all need to pick a day to try and make trend.

Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live!

She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong?

She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship. 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. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. There are dozens of us! Dozens!

It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? Waiting for the Emmys. BTW did you know won 6 Emmys and was still canceled early by Fox? COME ON. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Daddy horny, Michael.

See for more good stuff. Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think.