I'm not gonna ask your forgiveness because you bunch didn't do s--- for me, so let's just call it a draw. I know some of ya think ya hate my guts, and truth be told I never liked any of you much either. But we're all Gallaghers. My only advice is to stop worrying so damn much. You're supposed to ask people on their death bed if they wish they'd worked more or spent more time with their family. [Laughs] Me, hell, I wish I'd partied more. Nobody ever said our neighborhood was the Garden of Eden but it's been a good home to us, to me, and you kids. I'm proud of all of you, because every single one of you reminds me a little bit of me, Lip, you're smart as a whip, you just can't seem to get out of your own way. You'll figure it out. Ian, industrious, incredible work ethic, not a clue where you got that from — got the mental illness from your mother. The only way I can understand how you ended up marrying a Milkovich. Carl, I never could figure you out. Can't believe you betrayed the family and became a cop. I'm hoping you're already on the take. Debbie, you remind me of your mother, and not in a good way. Good luck in life, you're gonna need it. Liam, you're the apple of my eye, you handsome devil. Everybody says you look just like me. Oh, Kev, Veronica, you're overrated as friends, always sticking your noses in my family's business where they don't belong. You're moving, I say good riddance. And me, Frank Gallagher, father, teacher, mentor, captain of our little ship. People say you can't drink your troubles away, I say you're just not drinking enough. I guess that's it. Not much left to say really. Except, time's precious, don't f---ing waste it. Have a good time. I sure as hell did.Frank
Frank: You always were a beautiful child, Fiona.
Nurse: Thank you.
You remind me of your mother, and that's not a good thing. Good luck.Debbie
Oh, we're getting pizza. Fuck yeah.Mickey
Lip: Everybody's asking me to make the decisions today.
Ian: You're the closest thing to a father we've ever had.
Kev and V. You always stuck your noses in my family's business. You're leaving, so good riddance.Frank
Lip: $75,000, which means $15,000 each.
Ian: You can have mine. We don't need it.
Lip: Thank you, but no thank you.
Frank: I shit myself.
Lip: Thought you moved out?
Mickey: Get fucked.
Ian: What are you doing over here?
Mickey: Watching a bunch of jackasses "Let's Try the Cinammon Challenge."
Ian: Coming back to the apartment?
Mickey: I like it better on the South Side.
Ian: You're not really giving the West Side a shot.
Mickey: Look, I don't fit in over there, man.
Ian: Neither do I, but, yeah, I'd like to try.
Mickey: I guess that's the difference between you and me.
I have your badge numbers.Man