This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Bob Loblaw Law Blog.

No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. They frame my junk. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. She calls it a Mayonegg. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in.

Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!)

Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. Speaking of settling, how's Ann? Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. Bob Loblaw Law Blog.

Friday night. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. She calls it a mayonegg. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking.

Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities?

Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. Steve Holt? The moron jock? And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! A million ****ing diamonds! I made a huge tiny mistake.

So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. Those are balls.

Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter.

She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. I'm foolish and I'm funny and I'm needy. Am I needy? Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes. Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed?