Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship.
Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too.
Turn this skiff around! In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! Teamocil. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being WITH you. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.
Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! There are dozens of us! DOZENS! I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪
♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time.
It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. One for the ladies. Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON!
So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. Oh, COME ON! I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong?
I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Tobias is Queen Mary. There are dozens of us! Dozens! In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready.
What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Friday night. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. It walked on my pillow!
You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. I made a huge tiny mistake.