Annyong. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful!

You're Killing Me, Buster. Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason.

No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking.

You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! 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. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar.

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist. I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! See for more good stuff. Annyong.

What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it. Turn this skiff around! ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs!

If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! What's up, fizz-ellas. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos.

Heart attack never stopped old big bear! Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. A million ****ing diamonds! Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit.

Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Douche chill! You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch. Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying. Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we.

Annyong. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass.