I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. Speaking of settling, how's Ann? I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day.

But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. 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 don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on?

I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." But where did the lighter fluid come from? Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children.

Friday night. If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ?

Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I'll never forget your wedding. She calls it a mayonegg. My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer.

I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder?

Let the great experiment begin! There are dozens of us! DOZENS!

So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse.

Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. One for the ladies. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪

Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn?