After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers!

I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. What a fun, sexy time for you.

Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. Turn this skiff around!

Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts.

Let the great experiment begin! What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Michael, look, this has got to stop. I mean, flattered? Yes. Interested? Not tonight.

Everybody dance… NOW. Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom. I should be in this Poof.

YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on!

We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) It feels good to be back in a queen! Daddy horny, Michael. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench.

In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? What about macaroni – let me finish – salad?

You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. Get rid of the Seaward. Lucille: I'll leave when I'm good and ready. Chickens don't clap! Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain."