Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Perhaps an attic shall I seek.

O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it?

Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. Everybody dance NOW.

Speaking of settling, how's Ann? She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole.

Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door.

It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form.

There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores.

I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot." They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter.

I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say.

I'll sacrifice anything for my children. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. I cheated and I lied and I whored around. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper.