February 2, 2015 | 0 Comments
Mickey: What’s wrong, Frank? Frank: Searching the deepest recess’s of my memory, looking for a clue to the whereabouts of a lost fucking…
Mickey: What’s wrong, Frank? Frank: Searching the deepest recess’s of my memory, looking for a clue to the whereabouts of a lost fucking…
Gus: Did I mention that I’m falling in love with you? Fiona: No. Uh, thank you.
Fiona: Best part is there’s no drama, which usually just means I’m bored, but instead I’m just happy. Sean: We’re glad for you. Let us…
V [to Kev]: Babysit them til they’re 18, I don’t give a shit. I’ll go on date night by myself.
Amanda: And my dad? Well, you know my dad. Lip: Oh yeah, he want his ten grand back?
Carl [to Gus]: Boyfriend of girlfriend? Or just fuck buddies? Fiona: Welcome to my family.
Matty: Friends don’t rape friends. Debbie: I didn’t mean to rape you. I’m sorry.
Lisa [to Carl]: FYI. We don’t scare easily.
Sami [to Frank]: Hey, you dangled me like a sex carrot to get brewery equipment?
Sheila: Debbie look at your hair. You look like a young Reba McEntire.