A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Let the great experiment begin! Oh, COME ON!
Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? Everybody dance NOW. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had.
I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? Shémale. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!
What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. Let's see some bananas and nuts!
Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. 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'. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had.
Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. 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.
I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! I made a huge tiny mistake. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza.
Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. And THAT'S why you always leave a note. Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane.
And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster.
Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. Chickens don't clap! Butterscotch! Want a lick? I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC?