My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute!

I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed.

The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Fun and failure both start out the same way. This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. I hear the jury's still out on science. I'm tired of trying to find happiness through lies and self-medicating. If you need me, I'll be at the bar. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? 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.

Touché, Pandora. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? 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! You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to.

You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? 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! And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door.

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. And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect– No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you.

Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! Don't call my escorts whores. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? Happy Franklin Friday.

Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Also, your knee is on my heart. It's OUR nausea. I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.

I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. Family Love Michael. Do you have any idea how often you say the word "afraid"? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. Also, your knee is on my heart. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society.

I hear the jury's still out on science. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you.