Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer.

You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. I should be in this Poof. Turn this skiff around! Let me out that Queen. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to.

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. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died.

Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter.

Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect– Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet.

No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Happy Franklin Friday. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Perhaps an attic shall I seek. It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette.

I hear the jury's still out on science. One for the ladies.

There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. See for more good stuff.

What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table.

Let the great experiment begin! Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. Steve Holt? The moron jock? Friday night. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to.