I'm not killing my baby. It's not a baby. It's a few cells.

Debbie

He's coming back. His parents are ass holes.

Debbie

I'm sick of hearing about your dead girlfriend.

Fiona

Use the downstairs toilet if you're so fucking desperate.

Debbie

Guess our reputation as a shit hole is still safe.

Waitress

I don't know how much more of that I can take without stabbing him in the neck with a broken beer bottle.

Fiona

Frank: What is the matter with you people? She was my soul mate.
Debbie: She probably killed herself just to get away from you.

Get up old man.

Fiona