What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap.

I'll sacrifice anything for my children. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Chickens don't clap! You're a good guy, mon frere. That means brother in French. I don't know how I know that. I took four years of Spanish.

Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. She calls it a mayonegg. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. Do you have any idea how often you say the word "afraid"? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say.

I made a huge tiny mistake. Monday morning. COME ON! I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. A million [bleep]ing diamonds!

They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. Speaking of settling, How's Ann?

Speaking of settling, How's Ann? She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. I never thought I'd miss a hand so much! Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time.

Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. You're blowing my mind, Frank. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass! What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it.

How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? Speaking of settling, how's Ann? [climbing under trampoline] This shall keep me safe from the hot Mexican sun.

Butterscotch! Want a lick? Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead.

I'M A MONSTER!! There are dozens of us! DOZENS! Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken!