I know what an erection feels like, Michael. It walked on my pillow!

No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. See for more good stuff.

Heart attack never stopped old big bear. ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong?

I'm sure Egg is a great person. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.

Do you have any idea how often you say the word "afraid"? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar.

Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. There are dozens of us! DOZENS! I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona.

GENE!! [screams] The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Douche chill!

A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late.

Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. Let me out that Queen. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. 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. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time.

I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. You're blowing my mind, Frank. I've made a huge tiny mistake. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers!