Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. You can control your bladder when you're dead!

Tobias is Queen Mary. 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! I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. [earlier] I don't care for Gob. I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. - Lucille Bluth.

Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence.

That's my son, you pothead! 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. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school.

She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. Hair up, glasses off. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest.

Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. They don't allow you to have bees in here. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Monday morning. COME ON! Make love in your *own* hand, Mother!

Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Everybody dance… NOW. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive!

Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. A million ****ing diamonds! Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? If that man's straight, then I am sober.

Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. 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'. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores.

Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. 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. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? It feels good to be back in a queen! But where did the lighter fluid come from?