Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Douche chill! Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit?

What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol.

Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. I didn't mean who… I meant… her? Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom?

I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth?

I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! A night of heterosexual intercourse. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight.

Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. With spicy club sauce. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder?

They frame my junk. Also, your knee is on my heart. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Each year, Oscar attempts the four hundred mile walk from Newport Beach to Berkeley, California. In the twelve years that he's attempted this, he's never made it farther than UC Irvine. And I am rock steady. No more dizzies.

Heart attack never stopped old big bear. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. You boys know how to shovel coal?

That's my son, you pothead! Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch!

Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. I'll sacrifice anything for my children.