Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. And the soup of the day is bread.

You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM!

I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON.

Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Mission Accomplished.

And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? Turn this skiff around! Yeah, like anyone would want to R her. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? 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. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something?

A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Perhaps an attic shall I seek. Speaking of settling, how's Ann?

Those are balls. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse.

Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form.

YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms.

You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs!