Frank: God is handing me a do-over. New Ian, new Lip, new Debbie.
New Debbie: I'm a boy.
Frank: You need a haircut, Debs.

Carl: Luthor, what's up?
Luthor: What's up is you gave my daughter gonorrhoea you little shit.

Who do I give a BJ to around here to get a meal?

New Fiona

New Fiona: Bitch.
Frank: You tell them, New Fiona.
Fiona: That's new Fiona?

I am just as likely as anyone of this family to make something of myself.


Ian: I confronted Caleb about that chick. He's screwing her.
Lip: I guess there's something to be said for honesty. Right?
Ian: Except, he says he's not cheating.
Lip: How did he come up with that reasoning?
Ian: He says if it were a guy, then he'd be cheating.

Lip: Yo Fi, pickaxe or sledgehammer.
Fiona: Sledgehammer.

I'd have to care for it to be a Sean rebound thing.


Fiona: What time is it?
Veronica: Not as early as you ringing my doorbell last night.

Denise, not Dennis. She's married with kids.


Sweet baby mother of Jesus, John Doe is alive!


Your thing is kinda weird. It has all this extra skin and it freaks me out.