So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me!

There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. Douche chill!

After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants.

Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'.

He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. You're Killing Me, Buster.

I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Way to plant, Ann! 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'. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen.

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 foolish and I'm funny and I'm needy. Am I needy? Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes. I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect– The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad?

It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp.

One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster.

I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann.