I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met?

GENE!! [screams] There are dozens of us! DOZENS! Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. GENE!! [screams] Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw!

I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. I'll sacrifice anything for my children.

I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth.

I hear the jury's still out on science. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. That coat costs more than your house!

It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you.

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. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! There are dozens of us! DOZENS! You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. What a fun, sexy time for you. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base!

That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. Operation Hot Mother. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.

Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. A night of heterosexual intercourse.