[sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. What a fun, sexy time for you. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse.

Shémale. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. 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.

Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think.

It's OUR nausea. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? If you're suggesting I play favorites, you're wrong. I love all of my children equally. I don't care for Gob. Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear.

Quicken! Premiere! Family Love Michael. 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 Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. First I blow him, then I poke him. I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live!

Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! Let's see some bananas and nuts! Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass.

Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. You boys know how to shovel coal? Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons.

I made a huge tiny mistake. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live!

She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire.

Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit.