I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one.

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. God knows they're squinters. I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already!

The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! There's a girl in my soup! Shémale. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? And the soup of the day is bread.

You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. It feels good to be back in a queen! Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. Say goodbye to THESE! She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways.

One for the ladies. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family.

So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being WITH you. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Annyong. You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd.

Obviously this blue part here is the land. I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza.

Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON!

You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt?

Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain.