She’s always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom’s awesome. Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it’s in a terrifying neighborhood? I just haven’t had sex in a month. You know, you’ve been here two months. It’s hard to gauge time. Stop licking my hand, you horse’s ass. Absolutely. And we’re going to be here every day. I don’t care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. And the soup of the day is bread. Well, they got the Asian right… “hotties” might be a stretch. I don’t appreciate the dry British humor.

Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. He’s a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. It’s as Ann as the nose on plain’s face. Pound is tic-tac-toe right? You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle.

You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Oh…yeah…the guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn’t make that in three months. Come on! ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I’ll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ Hey, Dad. Look at you. You’re a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that’s kind of funny. But where did the lighter fluid come from? Family Love Michael. No one’s called him Baby Buster since high school.

Hey, look at that – you’re mean sober, too. That’s my son, you pothead! You’re losing blood, aren’t you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. I’ve used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? I’m gonna go get sexy.

I see you’ve wasted no time in filling my seat hole. Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! God knows they’re squinters. What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don’t want to eat it.

How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother’s fertile womb.

Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC? Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it’s the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church’s Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the “Skip’s Scramble”, an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip’s Scramble. Oh, hi, Mom. I have the afternoon free. Really? Did “nothing” cancel? I’m not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep].