A million [bleep]ing diamonds! I don't appreciate the dry British humor. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. What's up, fizz-ellas. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face.

Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best?

I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. And THAT'S why you always leave a note. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!

You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. 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. 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! She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.

I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Let me out that Queen.

It feels good to be back in a queen! Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Bob Loblaw Law Blog. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest.

I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. Don't call my escorts whores. There's a girl in my soup! It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing.

Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying. What's up, fizz-ellas. Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. Teamocil.

Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in.

I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. Fried cheese… with club sauce. 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! So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. Am I in two thirds of a hospital room?