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Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. Chicken fingers... with spicy club sauce.

And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars?

Gosh Mom... after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. Do you have any idea how often you say the word "afraid"? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. Aren't you the sweetest thing, spending time with what's left of your uncle.

Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you.

You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup.

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!

She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The... something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom.

I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. Perhaps an attic shall I seek.