There's money in the banana stand.
NO TOUCHING!
Tobias: As you may or may not know, Lindsay and I have hit a bit of a rough patch.
Michael: Really? When did that start?
Tobias: Well, I don't want to blame it all on 9/11, but it certainly didn't help.
Tobias:
(While covered in blue paint, a la The Blue Man Group: "I'm afraid I just blue myself."
Tobias: "You know, Mother Lucille, there's a psychological concept known as denial that I think you're evincing. It's when a thought is so hateful that the mind literally rejects it."
Lucille: "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."
Tobias: "Well, if she's not going to say anything, I certainly can't help her."
"Well, yes, but I'm afraid I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, if you will, so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands."
"I suppose I'm, uh ... buy-curious."
"I wouldn't mind kissing that man between the cheeks."
"I'll be your wingman. Even it means me taking a chubby, I will suck it up."
"Well, Michael, you really are quite the Cupid, aren't you? I tell you, you can zing your arrow into my buttocks any time."
"No, no, no, no. I was scared too, but I realized it was of being a leading man. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth."
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