The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong?

Let's see some bananas and nuts! Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. The Army had half a day.

What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed.

Hair up, glasses off. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. Perhaps an attic shall I seek.

I'm sure Egg is a great person. These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. 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.

It feels good to be back in a queen! Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive!

No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. We all need to pick a day to try and make trend.

Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive?

Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! Annyong.

You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth?