It's OUR nausea. Annhog's coming? Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight.

In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Mission Accomplished.

That's my son, you pothead! I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.

I hear the jury's still out on science. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder?

Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza.

Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay!

The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪

Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle.

Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead.

Operation Hot Mother. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. See for more good stuff. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw.