Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. I figured out a way to make money while I'm working!

I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Waiting for the Emmys. BTW did you know won 6 Emmys and was still canceled early by Fox? COME ON. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole.

In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. 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!

That's my son, you pothead! Fried cheese… with club sauce. She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? He's going to be all right. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants.

It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off.

Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael.

A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle.

Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans."

Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run..so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Tobias Fünke costume.

If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. One for the ladies. Fried cheese… with club sauce. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib.