March 9, 2014 | 0 Comments
Ian: I’m done living the way other people want me to live.
Ian: I’m done living the way other people want me to live.
Fiona: My winter boots don’t fit. All I can get on are fuck me pumps and tennis shoes.
Sammi: Here’s your oxys and your perkies. Frank: Just like mom used to make.
Frank: Nix that one. My thrill drill is out of juice.
Fiona: Debs just do me this one favor please. Debbie: I’m not the one who left the cocaine out.
Lip [to Sammi]: What do you care? You just wanna make nicey nice with daddy. Get the fuck out of my house!
Fiona: Yes it’s about me! Because it’s never about me and I’m finally making it about me!
Lip [to Fiona]: Ghetto chick leaves her drug addict boyfriend’s coke out for her 3-year-old brother to eat. Half a gram in his system,…
Carl: Are you retarded now? I hope you’re sleeping and not in a retarded haze.
Frank: The social worker can bite my ballbag.