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By Paul Dailly

Liam: You get them anything for the wedding? Carl: Yeah, edible boxers.

By Paul Dailly

Terry: Mickey’s not marrying that ginger fuck today. [Church of Gay Jesus members sing.] Terry: Oh, what the hell? Fuckin’ hippie homos….

By Paul Dailly

Fiona: I feel like I got a second chance. V: So, what now?

By Paul Dailly

Fiona: Hi, my name’s Fiona, and I’m not sure if I’m an alcoholic. Everyone: Hi Fiona.

By Paul Dailly

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…

By Paul Dailly

Lip: You’re strong. Fiona: Are you sure?