You can always tell a Milford man. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City.

You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

NO TOUCHING! You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard.

Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. Those are balls. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. You want your belt to buckle, not your chair.

There are dozens of us! DOZENS! Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ?

It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead.

Annyong. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. It's a wonderful restaurant!

She calls it a Mayonegg. Douche chill! How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. I made a huge tiny mistake. Heyyyyy, hermano. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer.

You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something.

No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! 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!