I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. I'm sure Egg is a great person.

Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Family Love Michael.

I've made a huge tiny mistake. Annhog's coming? Bob Loblaw Law Blog.

It feels good to be back in a queen! Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep].

You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. Each year, Oscar attempts the four hundred mile walk from Newport Beach to Berkeley, California. In the twelve years that he's attempted this, he's never made it farther than UC Irvine.

I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk?

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'. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.

Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Family Love Michael.

She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Hair up, glasses off. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.)

Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Everybody dance… NOW.