Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on!

Chickens don't clap! Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. What have we always said is the most important thing? 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.

I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar.

I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! 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 stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia?

You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. Everybody dance… NOW. Mission Accomplished. Are you at all concerned about an uprising?

So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. Teamocil. What a fun, sexy time for you. It's OUR nausea. Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.

No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar.

I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken!

Annhog's coming? They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha.

You're Killing Me, Buster. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Tobias Fünke costume. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer.