You're Killing Me, Buster. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." It feels good to be back in a queen! Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! In the mid '90s, Tobias formed a folk music band with Lindsay and Maebe which he called Dr. Funke's 100 Percent Natural Good Time Family Band Solution. The group was underwritten by the Natural Food Life Company, a division of Chem-Grow, an Allen Crayne acqusition, which was part of the Squimm Group. Their motto was simple: We keep you alive.

I didn't mean who… I meant… her? YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did "nothing" cancel? Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. 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. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'.

Heart attack never stopped old big bear. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies.

If this were a Lifetime Moment of Truth movie, this would be our act break. But it wasn't. There's a girl in my soup! Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas.

I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup.

We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in.

The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. Everybody dance NOW. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? I'll sacrifice anything for my children. They don't allow you to have bees in here. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough.

I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. Let me out that Queen. Pound is tic-tac-toe right?

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! 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!

I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. It feels good to be back in a queen! I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars?