Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Quicken! Premiere! Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce.

No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. There are dozens of us! DOZENS!

Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. Obviously this blue part here is the land. Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! 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. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate.

¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. Hair up, glasses off. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live!

Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. 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'. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways.

Happy Franklin Friday. When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman…

What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. Steve Holt? The moron jock? It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job.

A million ****ing diamonds! George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children.

Way to plant, Ann! Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol.

I made a huge tiny mistake. Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. NO TOUCHING! Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. A night of heterosexual intercourse.