I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals.
They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone.
I didn't mean who… I meant… her? Everybody dance… NOW. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day.
You don't want a hungry dove down your pants. No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle. No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Don't call my escorts whores.
No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run..so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands.
