There are dozens of us! DOZENS! There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times.

Annhog's coming? Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. Let the great experiment begin! Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. I hear the jury's still out on science. Tobias Fünke costume. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late.

Douche chill! Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt?

Touché, Pandora. It's ok. You be with Yam.

Fun and failure both start out the same way. What's up, fizz-ellas. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. That coat costs more than your house! Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep].

I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare.

♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ 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. Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. But where did the lighter fluid come from? Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch.

Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. It's OUR nausea.

Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too.