[sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder?

Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. They don't allow you to have bees in here. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we.

Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. There are dozens of us! DOZENS! I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! Pound is tic-tac-toe right?

We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. Chickens don't clap! Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed?

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces.

Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets.

Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. I guess you can say I'm buy-curious.

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. 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.

What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores.

She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we.