It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. You can control your bladder when you're dead! But where did the lighter fluid come from? And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. I'm gonna go get sexy. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.)

Oh, COME ON! If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball!

First I blow him, then I poke him. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. 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 as Ann as the nose on plain's face. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha.

Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. It's ok. You be with Yam. I cheated and I lied and I whored around.

The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already!

You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.

We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper.

There are dozens of us! Dozens! Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. 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'. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw!

Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. God knows they're squinters. What a fun, sexy time for you. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right?

Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. It feels good to be back in a queen! Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot."