January 20, 2014 | 0 Comments
Veronica: OB? I need to make an appointment with a vet, I’m having a damn litter!
Veronica: OB? I need to make an appointment with a vet, I’m having a damn litter!
Mike: Why do you like? Fiona: I’m a Gallagher, it’s what we do.
Carl: Ew cankles. Frank: Like a teenage lacrosse player on the rag retaining water.
Fiona [about Carl]: You’ll have to excuse him. Puberty has turned him into a barbarian.
Fiona: You brought him home he’s your puppy. He makes a mess on the rug, you clean it up.
Carl: He’s dying. Fiona: No he’s killing himself, there’s a difference.
Kevin: He’ll be back. Frank’s a cockroach. You can stomp on him, spray him, try and drown him, but he’ll always come crawling back up out…
Kevin: First date Fiona? The girl who puts out waitin in line at the drive thru?
Debbie: I haven’t abused marijuana like the rest of you, so yes I remember.
Fiona: Hey Carl you got any Bears stuff I could wear to the game today? Like a hat or jersey or something? Carl: I got a fuck Jay Cutler…