I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder."

Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times..

♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on! Chickens don't clap!

A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it.

It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen.

Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Come on, this is a Bluth family celebration. It's no place for children.

It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me!