January 13, 2013 | 0 Comments
Debbie: 137 days. Fiona: When I was 9 he was gone for a year. He always comes back.
Debbie: 137 days. Fiona: When I was 9 he was gone for a year. He always comes back.
Fiona: A name like Chip, you think you’d wanna defy the stereotype.
Karen: My baby was stolen by my mom and her developmentally delayed boyfriend. Sheila: He’s not my boyfriend. Jody: I’m not?
Frank: It smells worse than a dead hooker’s ass in there.
Debbie [about Steve’s mom]: A little heavy on the botox and Chanel No. 5 but she’s nice.
Lip [to Jody]: You dodged a fucking RPG getting tossed out by this one.
Sheila: Karen this is my grandson. I’m not going to let you throw him out like used Kleenex.
Frank: She’s fragile. Fiona: She’s broken.
Fiona: Christ V, I can’t let him back into this madness. Veronica: Isn’t that his choice?
Monica [to Frank]: I’m where I need to be, okay?