Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! "Circumvent." It means "to go around." Gob: The old "reach around."

Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Go ahead, touch the cornballer.

Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? What a fun, sexy time for you.

Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Monday morning. COME ON! Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white!

The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. Fun and failure both start out the same way.

It's ok. You be with Yam. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. First I blow him, then I poke him. I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it.

I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. Pound is tic-tac-toe right?

Speaking of settling, How's Ann? See for more good stuff. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? That's my son, you pothead! There are dozens of us! Dozens! This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores.

A million ****ing diamonds! So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪

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! Talk you off what, Pop Pop? Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. You're Killing Me, Buster. Each year, Oscar attempts the four hundred mile walk from Newport Beach to Berkeley, California. In the twelve years that he's attempted this, he's never made it farther than UC Irvine. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. Mission Accomplished.