We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Oh…yeah…the guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing.

Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Steve Holt? The moron jock?

A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus.

She calls it a mayonegg. Waiting for the Emmys. BTW did you know won 6 Emmys and was still canceled early by Fox? COME ON. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! And the soup of the day is bread. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus.

I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" Don't call my escorts whores.

But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? First I blow him, then I poke him. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC.

But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog. Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. Monday morning. COME ON! What's up, fizz-ellas.

How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. There are dozens of us! Dozens! That's my son, you pothead! Hey, Dad. Look at you. You're a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that's kind of funny. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? I didn't mean who… I meant… her? Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings?

I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future.

I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. Oh…yeah…the guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.)