Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom. You boys know how to shovel coal? No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. It wasn't really the pronunciation that bothered me. I made a huge tiny mistake.
He… she… what’s the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Buster, you remember when we were kissing last night? Buster: It was a wild, wild ride. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It’s a gaming ship. Shémale. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. And THAT’S why you always leave a note. Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn’t do it.
A night of heterosexual intercourse. Annyong. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Steve Holt? The moron jock? Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It’s just Mom and whores. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic’s hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers!
Mr. Zuckerkorn, you’ve been warned about touching. Barry: You said spanking. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually.
You’re blowing my mind, Frank. Uncle Gob… was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It’s, like, die already! Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn’t notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. We all need to pick a day to try and make trend. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC?
You boys know how to shovel coal? Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. Way to plant, Ann! Obviously this blue part here is the land.
Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. Yeah, like I’m going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. Of course. The “Bob Loblaw Law Blog.” Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that’s not even including Buster’s Swatch. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. 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. I just don’t want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think.