Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast.

Annyong. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard.

I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. You can control your bladder when you're dead! Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad?

It's OUR nausea. What a fun, sexy time for you.

I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. Obviously this blue part here is the land. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael.

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. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. "Circumvent." It means "to go around." Gob: The old "reach around."

A night of heterosexual intercourse. Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. Don't call my escorts whores. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen.

I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. GENE!! [screams]

She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn?

Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it?