November 20, 2017 | 0 Comments
Ian: You don’t understand. We don’t know anything about your meth. Man: Bullshit. Monica was fucking indestructible. There’s no way she…
Ian: You don’t understand. We don’t know anything about your meth. Man: Bullshit. Monica was fucking indestructible. There’s no way she…
Man: My money or my meth. You got 24 hours, you understand? After that, you start worrying about little Debbie, little Liam, and pretty…
Lip: We gotta pay this Eric guy, for real. Frank: Absolutely not. This meth head doesn’t know where we live.
Realtor: I’m realtor. Hired by owner to sell bar. Kevin: She can’t do that, can she?
Frank: What you are looking at Mr. Adeebis… a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis.
Lip: I gotta figure out a way to get Sierra to see what a phony Charlie is. Frank: Dangle a carrot. Once an addict, always an addict.
Tenant: I have a dog. Woof woof.
Fiona: Hey, you trying to ditch me?!
Veronica: So, no more Tinder? Fiona: No, V. I’m done with it. No more pointless sex bent over a dirty sink in a club bathroom, scraping…
Frank: It came out great, Carl. Ian: Where the hell have you been? Frank: Smoked up all my meth, got over your mother and now I’m a new…