I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! Annhog's coming?

Don't call my escorts whores. Heart attack never stopped old big bear! She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair.

I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! I cheated and I lied and I whored around. I made a huge tiny mistake.

Teamocil. When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman…

A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to.

I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! I've made a huge tiny mistake. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Way to plant, Ann! The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently.

Touché, Pandora. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. Annhog's coming? These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. Tobias is Queen Mary.

I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? But where did the lighter fluid come from? Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging.

Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Chickens don't clap! The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers!

Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza.