Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best?
I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard.
What a fun, sexy time for you. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one.
Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth.
Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Don't call my escorts whores. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me!
George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap.
I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.)
Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror.
I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. One for the ladies.
Heart attack never stopped old big bear! Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? Touché, Pandora.