I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. This was a big get for God. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is.

It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears. It's OUR nausea. Those are balls.

Speaking of settling, how's Ann? It feels good to be back in a queen!

It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit.

I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. See for more good stuff. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? I didn't mean who… I meant… her?

For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib.

But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. Heart attack never stopped old big bear.

Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. GENE!! [screams] The Army had half a day. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. Are you at all concerned about an uprising?

They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Family Love Michael. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy.

Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing.