April 1, 2012 | 0 Comments
Fiona: Jesus, these poor kids. Steve: Don’t worry they’re already pretty fucked up.
Fiona: Jesus, these poor kids. Steve: Don’t worry they’re already pretty fucked up.
Fiona [to Ian]: Happy thanksgiving, that’s a nice hickey, go wash up.
Monica: I don’t wanna be me anymore.
Karen: Is this about you sleeping with Jody? Sheila: What? No! Yes! You know about that? Honey I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to, it was an…
Lip: Alright you gotta get me out of this car, I’m getting too horned up.
Steve: Here’s the thing Fiona, I wanna be with you but I’m not one of those kids you can boss around. I’m sorry but now I gotta go pick…
Lip [to unborn son]: Also you never use toilet paper on your dick after you take a piss. Tap the end, let the drops fall off, flush.
Fiona: Little Hank’s being raised by wolves.
Ian: Mom’s bipolar Debs. Debbie: Like the North Pole and the South Pole?
Frank [saying Grace]: Thank you for this food that we are about to eat, thank you for bringing my Monica back to me, and please make my…