Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch.

Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. 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? A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. Way to plant, Ann!

A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. Teamocil. She calls it a mayonegg. Tobias Fünke costume.

Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong?

Those are balls. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ If that man's straight, then I am sober. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear.

If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul.

Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. A million ****ing diamonds!

O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason.

Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking.

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. This was a big get for God.