George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? Speaking of settling, How's Ann? Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone.

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. That was Tom Cruise, the actor. They said he was some kind of scientist. I should be in this Poof. I should be in this Poof. Operation Hot Mother. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Say goodbye to THESE!

She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap.

What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪

It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? What a fun, sexy time for you. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture.

Everybody dance… NOW. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we.

Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Annyong. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on!

Each year, Oscar attempts the four hundred mile walk from Newport Beach to Berkeley, California. In the twelve years that he's attempted this, he's never made it farther than UC Irvine. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. There are dozens of us! Dozens! Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael.

Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Turn this skiff around! Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) ♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪

Heart attack never stopped old big bear! Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. It's ok. You be with Yam.