Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! What's up, fizz-ellas.

It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. It was for me. I was going to smoke the marijuana like a cigarette. What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don't want to eat it. Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. Oh please. They didn't sneak into this country to be your friends.

I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!!

If that man's straight, then I am sober. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar.

I just haven't had sex in a month. You know, you've been here two months. It's hard to gauge time. I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen.

A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. Are you at all concerned about an uprising? YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw!

George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. You don't want a hungry dove down your pants.

Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C.

Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. That's my son, you pothead! 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. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror.

How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. Mission Accomplished. I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? Butterscotch! Want a lick?