Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? I don't appreciate the dry British humor. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently.

The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Butterscotch! Want a lick? Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Let the great experiment begin!

Operation Hot Mother. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to.

Also, your knee is on my heart. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!

I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it. What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? Mission Accomplished. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me.

Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine.

I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch.

I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Waiting for the Emmys. BTW did you know won 6 Emmys and was still canceled early by Fox? COME ON. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing.

Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp.

In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready.