Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? Chickens don't clap! Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse.

That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. With spicy club sauce.

I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. Fried cheese… with club sauce. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun.

If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit.

Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? But where did the lighter fluid come from?

Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. A million ****ing diamonds! Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass!

I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. Say goodbye to THESE! Are you at all concerned about an uprising?

You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! It feels good to be back in a queen! You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪

[sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." This was a big get for God. This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! Let's see some bananas and nuts!

I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? And THAT'S why you always leave a note. Quicken! Premiere!