Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. Let the great experiment begin! And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. What a fun, sexy time for you. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob.

I'm sure Egg is a great person. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood.

A million ****ing diamonds! Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. I hear the jury's still out on science.

In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. 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! Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'.

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish. I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her!

I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. 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.

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Daddy horny, Michael. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say.

For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! Way to plant, Ann! Happy Franklin Friday.

She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom.

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. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi.