O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. 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. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!

I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. I've made a huge tiny mistake. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Chickens don't clap! I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. Perhaps an attic shall I seek.

Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Quicken! Premiere! This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Operation Hot Mother. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong!

I've been in the film business for a while but I just can't seem to get one in the can. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you?

Also, your knee is on my heart. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! Go ahead, touch the cornballer. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard.

I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. With spicy club sauce. Chickens don't clap! I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine.

Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you.

I didn't mean who… I meant… her? It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Are you telling me you have a multi-stage trick with hidden identities? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. Daddy horny, Michael.

Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Fun and failure both start out the same way. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Let me out that Queen.

Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. Daddy horny, Michael. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? What's up, fizz-ellas. Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. I don't appreciate the dry British humor.