Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. 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?

You're blowing my mind, Frank. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! Chickens don't clap!

And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect– Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC?

Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench.

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. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene.

Family Love Michael. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars?

A million [bleep]ing diamonds! The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed.

Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. Tobias Fünke costume. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Teamocil.

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! "Circumvent." It means "to go around." Gob: The old "reach around." Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth.

I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. It feels good to be back in a queen! ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? She calls it a Mayonegg. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right?