So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. 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!)

Operation Hot Mother. She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA?

I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ When a.. man.. needs to prove to a woman that he's actually.. [pause].. When a man loves a woman.. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪

Fun and failure both start out the same way. Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle.

No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. God knows they're squinters. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag.

I cheated and I lied and I whored around. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? Those are balls. When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman…

We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died.

I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! I hear the jury's still out on science. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel?

[climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Butterscotch! Want a lick?

Are you at all concerned about an uprising? Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth?