No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Obviously this blue part here is the land. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman…

I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. They frame my junk. We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook.

The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! God knows they're squinters. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings?

You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! I'm gonna go get sexy. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Way to plant, Ann! Everybody dance… NOW. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit?

If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. When a.. man.. needs to prove to a woman that he's actually.. [pause].. When a man loves a woman.. NO TOUCHING! Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. Friday night. Let me out that Queen.

I don't appreciate the dry British humor. Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over - an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist.

Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! See for more good stuff. Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. We have unlimited juice? This party is going to be off the hook. Way to plant, Ann! I'm sure Egg is a great person. There's a girl in my soup! Why are you squeezing me with your body?

But where did the lighter fluid come from? Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. What a fun, sexy time for you. You stay on top of her Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. Speaking of settling, how's Ann?

Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? I got Michael out of his marriage, didn't I? Actually, she died. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently.

Friday night. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Heart attack never stopped old big bear! Heyyyyy, hermano. But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will.