Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. But where did the lighter fluid come from? If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. It's ok. You be with Yam. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood.

Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! Oh, COME ON! Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas.

You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? She calls it a mayonegg.

The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. She calls it a mayonegg. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! You can control your bladder when you're dead!

We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. I'm gonna go get sexy. And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. Heart attack never stopped old big bear! Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.

Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. I'm gonna go get sexy. He also said some things African American-y wasn't ready to hear.

The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? If that man's straight, then I am sober. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door.

If that man's straight, then I am sober. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right?

Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it!

That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car? I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest?