I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. She calls it a mayonegg. Let's see some bananas and nuts!

Annyong. 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]. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.

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. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Chickens don't clap! What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive!

A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? They don't allow you to have bees in here. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.

Chickens don't clap! Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert?

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. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful!

I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. "Circumvent." It means "to go around." Gob: The old "reach around." Monday morning. COME ON! 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.

I made a huge tiny mistake. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. I may have committed some light treason. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. It's OUR nausea. In the mid '90s, Tobias formed a folk music band with Lindsay and Maebe which he called Dr. Funke's 100 Percent Natural Good Time Family Band Solution. The group was underwritten by the Natural Food Life Company, a division of Chem-Grow, an Allen Crayne acqusition, which was part of the Squimm Group. Their motto was simple: We keep you alive.

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. Everybody dance NOW. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Friday night. Tobias is Queen Mary. A million ****ing diamonds! Fried cheese… with club sauce.

Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. One for the ladies. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy.