November 6, 2017 | 0 Comments
Ian: Sold my meth yet? Carl: I can’t move it all at once. Liam: Where’s my meth? Fiona: You don’t get any.
Ian: Sold my meth yet? Carl: I can’t move it all at once. Liam: Where’s my meth? Fiona: You don’t get any.
Nessa: Are you the new slum lord? Fiona: Uh, New owner.
Fiona: What brings you down here with the great unwashed?
Frank: This is not a dictatorship. This is America. Give me liberty, or give me meth.
Funeral Director: Have you had a chance to consider what sort of arrangements you’d like to make for your loved one? Fiona: Yeah, how do…
Fiona: What can you give me for $500 or less? Funeral Director: A cardboard refrigerator box and a gallon of gasoline in our parking lot…
Debbie: What the hell is going on, Frank? Frank: Your mother told me she had something valuable for you kids, but that it might be…
Fiona: Get out of my kitchen! Lip: My sentiments exactly.
Frank: All I had to do was pull out and you would have never been born. Fiona: You were too high to pull out.
Etta: This place is a shit hole.