We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Chickens don't clap! And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne.

No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. What a fun, sexy time for you. What's up, fizz-ellas. It's a wonderful restaurant!

Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off.

A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense.

Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores.

I guess you can say I'm buy-curious. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? Do you have any idea how often you say the word "afraid"? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. It feels good to be back in a queen! 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.

That was Tom Cruise, the actor. They said he was some kind of scientist. A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something?

I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! 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. It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! 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. Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench.

That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.)

It's a wonderful restaurant! Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. It's OUR nausea.