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Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying. Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. 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 spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts.
WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON. Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. 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. Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne.
It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! I made a huge tiny mistake. If mother sees this, she will blow a cow. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings?
Fried cheese… with club sauce. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings?
He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay!
Go ahead, touch the cornballer. Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Go ahead, touch the cornballer.
Let's see some bananas and nuts! I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? Heyyyyy, hermano. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! Perhaps an attic shall I seek.
I'm sure Egg is a great person. Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ The CIA should've just Googled for his hideout, evidently. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch!
The only person that gets Lucille this excited is Gene. Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪