I'm sure, wherever your father is, she loves you very much. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. With spicy club sauce. I made a huge tiny mistake. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Are you at all concerned about an uprising? It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face.

Butterscotch! Want a lick? She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. Well, if you want to play Eve, you got to get in line behind what, above five homos. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. GENE!! [screams]

I thought the two of us could talk man-on-man. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something.

I'm sure Egg is a great person. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In laymans terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪

Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it.

Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. What's up, fizz-ellas. Look, you are playing adults…with fully formed libidos, not 2 young men playing grab-ass in the shower. I hear the jury's still out on science. Operation Hot Mother. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain. There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies.

You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. She's not 'that Mexican', Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. I shall hide behind the couch. (Guy's a pro.)

Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? Teamocil. Oh, yeah, the guy in the the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! See for more good stuff. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well, then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! There are dozens of us! Dozens! And THAT'S why you always leave a note.

I hear the jury's still out on science. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass. A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. A million ****ing diamonds! I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot."

See for more good stuff. It's a wonderful restaurant!