I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? 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! Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪ I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot." It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face.

They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest.

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. This was a big get for God. I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. Teamocil. 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. Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble.

You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. It's ok. You be with Yam. Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care!

I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Perhaps an attic shall I seek. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think.

No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. This was a big get for God. Are you at all concerned about an uprising? I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. I've made a huge tiny mistake.

♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ One for the ladies.

I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. Turn this skiff around! Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪

It walked on my pillow! He's going to be all right.

I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship. Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. She calls it a Mayonegg.