I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants.

Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. 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's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup.

Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong!

I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live!

Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON.

Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah!

Steve Holt? The moron jock? She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! [Stabbing Gob] White power! Gob: I'm white! We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook.

I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. God knows they're squinters. A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care!

Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook.

Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.