Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot."

Everybody dance NOW. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. It's OUR nausea. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think.

I don't appreciate the dry British humor. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live!

Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

Tobias Fünke costume. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same.

Daddy horny, Michael. Daddy horny, Michael.

Each year, Oscar attempts the four hundred mile walk from Newport Beach to Berkeley, California. In the twelve years that he's attempted this, he's never made it farther than UC Irvine. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. Also, your knee is on my heart.

Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! What have we always said is the most important thing? 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! What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? She calls it a Mayonegg. You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth?

It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.

She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. I'M A MONSTER!! Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans.