I know what an erection feels like, Michael. And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken!

I've made a huge tiny mistake. Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect– The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. They don't allow you to have bees in here.

How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point.

Shémale. Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. Yeah, like anyone would want to R her.

Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. There are dozens of us! Dozens! She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. There are dozens of us! Dozens! Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

I should be in this Poof. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings?

Family Love Michael. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. Quicken! Premiere!

Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. A million [bleep]ing diamonds! Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. I made a huge tiny mistake. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.

And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something.