Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. Way to plant, Ann! They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. 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. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo.

If that man's straight, then I am sober. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down.

No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely.

Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Tobias Fünke costume. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. There are dozens of us! Dozens! The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers!

Obviously this blue part here is the land. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. 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. Butterscotch! Want a lick? Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live!

I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? I'll sacrifice anything for my children.

I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! A million [bleep]ing diamonds! Go ahead, touch the cornballer. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. Are you at all concerned about an uprising? A million [bleep]ing diamonds! Monday morning. COME ON! Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores.

Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun. Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench. Steve Holt? The moron jock? These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you!

What have we always said is the most important thing? I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! Steve Holt? The moron jock? And the soup of the day is bread.

So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! But where did the lighter fluid come from?