These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael.

I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. This was a big get for God. 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. Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it.

Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. ♪♪ It's The Final Countdown ♪♪ Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? It's ok. You be with Yam.

Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. Let the great experiment begin! Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos.

Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. Quicken! Premiere! It walked on my pillow! 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 boys know how to shovel coal? So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear. Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne.

What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. He's going to be all right. 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! I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.) Talk you off what, Pop Pop? One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM!

Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes.

That's my son, you pothead! Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same.

Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw.

Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! Daddy horny, Michael. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood?