Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag.

I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball!

You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. She calls it a Mayonegg. I cheated and I lied and I whored around. Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar.

It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Happy Franklin Friday. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends.

The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. Chickens don't clap! Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! She calls it a Mayonegg.

Don't call my escorts whores. Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. 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! Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face.

I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it.

Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? Turn this skiff around! Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. I made a huge tiny mistake. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy.

Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit.

Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants.