Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ Chickens don't clap! Everybody dance NOW. I'm sure Egg is a great person.

Those are balls. I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group?

I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. God knows they're squinters. That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns.

Tobias Fünke costume. How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? I'm sure Egg is a great person. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth?

So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. 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! Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul.

Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Those are balls. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ?

Operation Hot Mother. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON.

I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead.

Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw!

Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw.