January 28, 2020 | 0 Comments
Liam: You get them anything for the wedding? Carl: Yeah, edible boxers.
Liam: You get them anything for the wedding? Carl: Yeah, edible boxers.
Terry: Mickey’s not marrying that ginger fuck today. [Church of Gay Jesus members sing.] Terry: Oh, what the hell? Fuckin’ hippie homos….
Brad: How are you doing, Tammi? Tammi: None of your fucking business, Brad.
Lip: Any ideas? Fiona: We can’t like drug him and dump him under a bridge. Carl: Why not?
Fiona: Take care of them for me, will ya?
Fiona: I feel like I got a second chance. V: So, what now?
Lawyer: Time to leave this little rat crap behind you and get on with being an adult.
Fiona: Hi, my name’s Fiona, and I’m not sure if I’m an alcoholic. Everyone: Hi Fiona.
Fiona: I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do now. Lip: The only thing you can do, you get back up, you start over. Fiona: It’s that…
Lip: You’re strong. Fiona: Are you sure?