You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! I made a huge tiny mistake.

Pound is tic-tac-toe right? You're blowing my mind, Frank. It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. Way to plant, Ann! Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON.

Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Monday morning. COME ON! Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON.

A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing.

Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? ♪♪ It ain't easy being white. It ain't easy being brown. ♪♪

I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza.

You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. There's a girl in my soup! I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! 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. God knows they're squinters. I hear the jury's still out on science. Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it!

I will be a bigger and hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh! 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? I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her!

A million [bleep]ing diamonds! Everybody dance… NOW. Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship. That's my son, you pothead! You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. I was once called the worst audience participant Cirque du Soleil ever had. Friday night.

With spicy club sauce. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. Douche chill! Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Up yours, granny! You couldn't handle it! He's going to be all right. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo.