That's so you can videotape it when they put you in a naked pyramid and point to your Charlie Browns. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer.

I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! But anyhoo, can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you.

You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Annyong. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we.

Touché, Pandora. They don't allow you to have bees in here. Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse.

So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? And THAT'S why you always leave a note. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could go wrong? I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann.

In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job.

Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed?

Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing.

This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her.

Everybody dance… NOW. When a.. man.. needs to prove to a woman that he's actually.. [pause].. When a man loves a woman..