But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. 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. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Obviously this blue part here is the land. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? It's a wonderful restaurant! It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City.

Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. Mission Accomplished.

You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut.

I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. I should be in this Poof. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways.

Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse.

She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt?

Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas.

It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Those are balls. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on?

The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears. With spicy club sauce. Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast.

I hear the jury's still out on science. It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw!