Gallagher's don't do announcements at dinner. We do blackouts, suicide attempts, but never blackouts.

Debbie

Your boyfriend's losing his shit.

Svetlana [to Mickey]

Mickey: What's wrong, Frank?
Frank: Searching the deepest recess's of my memory, looking for a clue to the whereabouts of a lost fucking fortune.

Gus: Did I mention that I'm falling in love with you?
Fiona: No. Uh, thank you.

Fiona: Best part is there's no drama, which usually just means I'm bored, but instead I'm just happy.
Sean: We're glad for you. Let us know how week two goes.

Babysit them til they're 18, I don't give a shit. I'll go on date night by myself.

V [to Kev]

Amanda: And my dad? Well, you know my dad.
Lip: Oh yeah, he want his ten grand back?

Carl [to Gus]: Boyfriend of girlfriend? Or just fuck buddies?
Fiona: Welcome to my family.

Matty: Friends don't rape friends.
Debbie: I didn't mean to rape you. I'm sorry.

FYI. We don't scare easily.

Lisa [to Carl]

Hey, you dangled me like a sex carrot to get brewery equipment?

Sami [to Frank]

Debbie look at your hair. You look like a young Reba McEntire.

Sheila