It's Arrested Development.

Beads?

I’m a failure. I can’t even fake the death of a stripper.

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G.O.B.

G.O.B.: Well, gee, I never thought the woman I'd be checking out at spring break would be Mom.
Buster: She's better looking than the whores you date.
G.O.B.: Don't call my escorts "whores."
Buster: Mom's still got it!
G.O.B.: I DON'T DATE WHORES!
Lindsay: Stop it, stop it! This objectification of women has to stop.
Michael: It’s just Mom and whores.

G.O.B.: It's not like envy, or even hungry. 
Michael: Could it be love? 
G.O.B.: I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite - it's like my heart is getting hard.

G.O.B.'s Program »

I’m an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with ‘Fuck Mountain.’

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G.O.B.

Michael: There's more to life than strippers and booze and buckets of blood. Why do you guys have buckets of blood?
G.O.B.: It's not real blood. It's corn syrup and red dye... juice.
Buster: There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook.

I’m dating this Christian girl right now. She wants me to be honest and reconnect with my son. And I’m trying to get her to renounce God and fuck me, but I just want to prove to her that I’m worth it.

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G.O.B.

G.O.B.: Believe me, we didn't do any sleeping. I had sex last night.
Narrator: But he really didn't.
G.O.B.: Yes I did.