Waiting for the Emmys. BTW did you know won 6 Emmys and was still canceled early by Fox? COME ON. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror.

There are dozens of us! Dozens! Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on!

♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'.

It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. Do you have any idea how often you say the word "afraid"? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi.

It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. I'm sure Egg is a great person. If that man's straight, then I am sober. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. I know what an erection feels like, Michael.

They frame my junk. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. I hear the jury's still out on science. Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs!

Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! Heyyyyy, hermano.

I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. Nellie is blowing them all AWAY. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb.

Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar.

In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car?