Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. You boys know how to shovel coal? I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best?

I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. I made a huge tiny mistake. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Turn this skiff around! Mission Accomplished. Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay!

Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong!

And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. Well, obviously, I'm not a big guy. I'm not a Carl Weathers, par example. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH!

Chaw-chee, chaw-chee chaw-chee! Coo coo ca cha! Ah coodle doodle do Caw ca caw, caw ca caw. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores.

Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? M: I'll never forget your wedding. In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪

You can control your bladder when you're dead! It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future.

Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. Tobias Fünke costume. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. Yeah, like anyone would want to R her.

Let the great experiment begin! It walked on my pillow! With spicy club sauce. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce.

This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror.