January 19, 2015 | 0 Comments
Sami: You’re cynical, Fiona. You’re too young and pretty to be so cynical. And hard. It makes me feel sad for you.
Sami: You’re cynical, Fiona. You’re too young and pretty to be so cynical. And hard. It makes me feel sad for you.
V: Kev wants fucking pancakes!
Fiona: You shut up, it’s summer!
V: I wanted him to fail. I thought he’d be overwhelmed. Fiona: And? V: Jackass is a better mom than me.
Frank: After extensive research and weeks of testing, I have determined my liver can support one beer a day. I am now a cheap date….
Sheila [to Sami]: Uh, hello. Um, hi. Um, I know that you’re acting out your father issues by dyeing your hair with that trashy peroxide…
Sheila: How are your headaches? Frank: You can’t feel a persons headache by touching his head.
V: I’m done. The milk bar is closed. We can go to formula. Kev: No, no, no, no. Absolutely not. We are not doing formula. They will grow…
Sheila: I’m the one he’s chosen to spend his life with. You’re just one lucky sperm.
Debbie: He’s not my boyfriend now. He’s my friend until I’m 16 and it’s legally consensual for us to have intercourse.