March 4, 2012 | 0 Comments
Grammy [to Sheila]: How do you do that? The nice thing?
Grammy [to Sheila]: How do you do that? The nice thing?
Kevin: My testicles have never been my ally.
Lip: Go learn your state capitals. Fiona: Go f*ck yourself.
Frank: He was on the bottom bucking like a horse who knows it’s going to the glue factory.
Frank: Front door was locked so I came in the back. No pun intended.
Fiona [to Steve]: Figure out that chick sitting on MY sofa wearing YOUR wedding ring and then we’ll talk.
Carl: I don’t get it. Half of the world has penises, why do people get so upset about seeing them?
Steve: I love you. Fiona: Don’t.
Ian [to Lip]: I’m sick of living in your shadow.
Fiona [to Frank]: I never thought I’d say this but you were right.