Friday night. Am I in two thirds of a hospital room?

You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. A night of heterosexual intercourse. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? There are dozens of us! DOZENS! [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white!

I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Pound is tic-tac-toe right? I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain."

No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. I should be in this Poof.

Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can.

I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Tobias Fünke costume. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times.

The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth.

I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready.

Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce.

I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. Let me out that Queen.