She calls it a Mayonegg. Shémale.

For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! Pound is tic-tac-toe right?

Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing.

It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese?

I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. 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.

The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah!

First I blow him, then I poke him. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on!

Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar.

Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? Talk you off what, Pop Pop? Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter.

Friday night. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom. Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. That coat costs more than your house! She calls it a Mayonegg. I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard.