It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. It walked on my pillow! Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! Annhog's coming?

Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. Tobias Fünke costume. You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. And THAT'S why you always leave a note.

I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose?

It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. He also said some things African American-y wasn't ready to hear. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer.

Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass!

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'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce.

So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. The Army had half a day. Those are balls. Monday morning. COME ON! Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! Quicken! Premiere! Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we.

No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese?

I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. Touché, Pandora.