There are dozens of us! Dozens! One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. There are dozens of us! Dozens! It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time.

The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. Oh, COME ON! I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. Pound is tic-tac-toe right? A night of heterosexual intercourse.

For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror.

If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best?

It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. You can always tell a Milford man. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON.

Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Let's see some bananas and nuts! See for more good stuff. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. You can control your bladder when you're dead!

When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman… Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive!

It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. Everybody dance… NOW. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk?

Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. 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. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich.

Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think.