Mr. F

I hate it when they hire Yanks to play Brits. You can always tell.

Besides, I already got him his big present for his birthday. A suit! Dad, it's a Jack Welch. I want you to look under the pants.

Quicken! Premier. Dad, I hope you kept the receipt. - You wanna return that? - No, I wanna deduct it.

Really, he would only like it for the receipt.

Okay, that's, uh, that wa... that was fun. Still, the land probably shouldn't have given out beneath us.

I won't tattle.

- Whee! - And Rita was falling for Michael too. But that wasn't part of the plan.

I'm a woman too! Not some robot you get to tell everything to.

'You do the math, Rita.' Well, no, you do the math.

I'm a big girl.

- Hey, what happened to you? - Oh, I got highlights. - It'll blend in about a week.

It probably has something to do with the 4,000 hair plugs I had in one sitting.

Yeah, but he's too busy going to the gym to see his friend Frank. Oh, we're more than friends. I'm kind of his spotter. Missed a spot.

- You're blowing my mind, Frank. - I'm an agent, and I'd like to work with you. Oh. Oh!

Frank said CIA, a government agency that was responsible for this catastrophe. But Tobias thought he said CAA, a talent agency that was responsible for this one.

Actually, she'd already gotten one... as the movie she'd released in her secret life as a studio executive was losing money.

- But didn't some people die in Hell Tunnel? - That is an urban legend. Two elderly people got badly scalded...

- You know, she was in the Olympics? - She wasn't. - Wasn't she on the cover of Newsweek? - No. - Yes. - Michael was thinking of this man.

The whole backside has moles. That's Frank's problem too.

Hey, I didn't say that.

- Typical. - Delicious.

- I need a drink. - I'll take an English muffin.

And Godzilla! - Godzirra! - Just sit down. - Okay, guys. - Godzirra!

- What? We're out of vodka. - Sorry. I thought you were doing Godzilla.

Build a miniature city. Put it outside their window. Tell them it's far away. It'll look real if you squint. God knows they're squinters.

- Another brilliant idea, Einstein. - Really? - Larry really never knows how to sell the sarcasm.

Oh, great. That's another brilliant idea, Steinberg.

Life is not some cheesy Japanese movie... where the hero pulls on a pair of jet pants and... flies off the balcony like Astroboy.

And that's when George Sr. Did a Web search for the words, 'Jet pants.'

Let's start with my family's misdemeanors... and then push right on through to the lighter treasons.

Do you know any other songs?

- And it could be an alias. - Alias is a show about a spy!

Hell Tunnel takes another name. Will it take another life?

I'd wear it to school, but who needs a Welch wedge, right? That's when they... Enough business.

'Fun' and 'Failure' both start out the same way.

- I'm never gonna find my way... - past that hallway sensor.

If mother sees this, she will blow a cow.

Goody! Yeah. I do want to. Yea. I do want to. Goody.

Only Larry was disappointed. But he was such a pro you'd never know it.

I shall be a bigger, hairier mole than the one on your inner left thigh.

!@%$# Tantamount.

- Well, what if I crash it? - That's half the fun.

Oh! Me!@%s are wet.

Well, that was a freebie.

The jet pack... had come with an instructional DVD that seemed to confuse more than clarify.

And it did seem like a lot of work... for a little payoff. - Have fun! - Have fun.

And it did seem like a lot of work... for a little payoff. Have fun! Have fun.

We're like a couple of girls on the last day of camp.

He had, in the poorly narrated reality series, Scandalmakers.

Ishiro said, 'I am reassured. And they treat us with respect this time.'

Motoyoshi said, 'I thought the woman was pretending as a monster... but she was just out of vodka.'

- I'm a mole! - Not the village!

Hard to breathe in this thing. It's really hot. I'm sweating all over myself. I can't stop this thing!

- You're blowing my audition! - I ache with embarrassment.

Oh, my God. Tobias Fünke. You're Mr. F.

No, I'm not, Mother. I mean lover. - I like making love to Mother. - I mean lover!

It took some idiot parrot man with a camera in his hat to bring us together.

But even a pro like Larry has a breaking point.

- MRF? What's that? - Mentally retarded female.

- That explains what she's doing with him. - And the hats.

- What's that? - A prize. A lovely, lovely prize.