Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. Teamocil. Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun.

Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car? Butterscotch! Want a lick? No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!

Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob.

It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH!

Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed.

It's a wonderful restaurant! A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael.

Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking.

I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist. With spicy club sauce. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group?

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. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.)

Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo.