You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter.

Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer.

She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot." No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar.

And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder?

But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something?

Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! I call it Tricks –- wait for it – Around The Office. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. I [bleeped] the business model. Yeah, she had all kinds of orgasms. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr.: No, not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. I'm not a prostitute. Then I shall let you live!

If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. Oh, COME ON! ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one.

I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. That's my son, you pothead! You're Killing Me, Buster. You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. A night of heterosexual intercourse.

They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! Those are balls. Obviously this blue part here is the land. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. But where did the lighter fluid come from?

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. Don't call my escorts whores. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH!