Donna: Will you love me in the morning?
Michael: Forever and ever, babe.

Michael: I guess when you combine mass quantities of cough syrup with yodels... you get acid.

Michael: By the way, my shmekle got bigger.
Trudy: Well it couldn't have gotten any smaller!
Ted: It was like a little tic-tac.
Michael: Yeah! Well come over here, I'll freshen your breath!

Michael: Ben... Family... Always comes first.

Michael: Oh, my God. It's Wolverine's goofy cousin.

*Sundance is humping the duck*
Samantha: Daddy, what's he doing?
Michael: Something you shouldn't know about for at least 10 to 30 years. *points at son, Ben* You, ten. *points at daughter, Samantha*You, thirty.

Morty: He was a good man. I didn't want to take him.
Michael: What?
Morty: Michael, I'm an Angel.
Michael: I thought angels were supposed to help people.
Morty: I'm the Angel of Death, Michael.