Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? Turn this skiff around! Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children.

Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. I'm foolish and I'm funny and I'm needy. Am I needy? Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol.

Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. I cheated and I lied and I whored around. Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt?

You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. 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 want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass.

George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪

Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Turn this skiff around! But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. They don't allow you to have bees in here. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." I cheated and I lied and I whored around. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is.

I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. 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! Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face.

You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. 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. I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'.