God knows they're squinters. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder? Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. Monday morning. COME ON!

Don't call my escorts whores. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! I should be in this Poof.

Daddy horny, Michael. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! 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've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. I hear the jury's still out on science. You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. NO TOUCHING! Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties.

I don't appreciate the dry British humor. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo.

The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. Touché, Pandora.

Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live! The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers!

I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. This was a big get for God.

Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down.

Say goodbye to THESE! I'll sacrifice anything for my children. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Tobias Fünke costume. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! There are dozens of us! Dozens!