No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. A night of heterosexual intercourse. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. What's up, fizz-ellas. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers!

This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores.

She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too.

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman…

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. GENE!! [screams] After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed?

Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower.

I cheated and I lied and I whored around. Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Douche chill!

I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! First I blow him, then I poke him. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Let me out that Queen. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? Pound is tic-tac-toe, right?

I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich.

Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Go ahead, touch the cornballer.