Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. But where did the lighter fluid come from? It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. Heart attack never stopped old big bear!

The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball!

Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball!

Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. Happy Franklin Friday. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough.

I cheated and I lied and I whored around. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had.

She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. They don't allow you to have bees in here. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar.

You're blowing my mind, Frank. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'.

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants.

I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. Shémale. Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce.