December 11, 2017 | 0 Comments
Debbie: Hey, I’m sorry. Woman: Fuck you!
Debbie: Hey, I’m sorry. Woman: Fuck you!
Nessa: She okay? Fiona: Mrs. Cardinal’s dead.
Kev: I can be all gender-liquid like you. V: You mean gender-fluid?
Mel: You’re really nice when you need something. I want you to grovel.
Principal: Mr. Gallagher, a word. Liam failed his exam today. He only got two out of ten questions correct. Liam: I didn’t understand the…
Kev: Sit on my face, and call me Bernard. Who’s Bernard?
Debbie: Neil kicked me out so he could live with that conniving physical therapy slut, Lakeyshia, so I’m moving back in. And I don’t want…
Fiona: Grab your blowtorch, my grown ass druggie tenant got his head stuck in a fence. Debbie: Okay, you paying? Fiona: Yeah, same shit…
Sean: Hey, I was hoping, uh, I might be able to catch you for a sec. Fiona: Let’s go, Debs. Debbie: Liam, how many times have I told you…
Fiona: Maybe he wants me to know he got clean? Debbie: You don’t need him, Fiona. You’re a strong, independent woman. Just like me.