We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. 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! Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. This was a big get for God. Heart attack never stopped old big bear.

Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" I didn't mean who… I meant… her? Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide.

Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing.

Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars?

Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. 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'. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! I've made a huge tiny mistake. Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar.

A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. Happy Franklin Friday. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores.

A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. Chickens don't clap! Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit?

I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Tobias Fünke costume. Daddy horny, Michael. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her.

Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ And the soup of the day is bread. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing.

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. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Daddy horny, Michael. Operation Hot Mother. Annhog's coming?