If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! I hear the jury's still out on science.

You boys know how to shovel coal? No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? It's ok. You be with Yam. A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. 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'.

I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! You want your belt to buckle, not your chair.

You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. Don't call my escorts whores. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower.

I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist.

For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? The Army had half a day. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? Heart attack never stopped old big bear! I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table.

I don't appreciate the dry British humor. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael.

If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. This was a big get for God. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold!

Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder."

George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? You can control your bladder when you're dead! You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit?