You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too.

Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. Douche chill! Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay!

A million ****ing diamonds! That's my son, you pothead! I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. You boys know how to shovel coal? George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt?

That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! First I blow him, then I poke him. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom.

And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Butterscotch! Want a lick?

OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose?

This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. If that man's straight, then I am sober. Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Way to plant, Ann! Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you.

Monday morning. COME ON! It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off.

She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. This was a big get for God. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap.

NO TOUCHING! Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. Speaking of settling, how's Ann? It's ok. You be with Yam. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship.