million ****ing diamonds! Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann.
Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off.
I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. I've got a nice hard cot with his name on it. You'd do that to your own brother? I said "cot." You can control your bladder when you're dead!
I'm not a prostitute. Michael: Then I shall let you live! I've made a huge tiny mistake.
I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. I don't appreciate the dry British humor. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. And THAT'S why you always leave a note. I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you.