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00:46:04
William H. Macy, Emmy Rossum, Ethan Cutkosky
670
Paint thinner, formaldehyde, cleaner, stainer, you name it.
Well, it's back to the grindstone for this guy.
-That's my ride. I gotta go. —Pinkie swear’?
-What are you guys doing? -We're looking for homeboy's dad.
PAULIE: All set. Turn her on.
Congratulations, Ian. You are not Frank Gallagher's son.
Well, if you're, uh, Carl, then you're making scrotum cupcakes.
But don't bother with Wyatt. He lost his testicle in the Navy.
...to clear the stoppage in the sewer.
-I lost my keys. That's-— Motherfucker. —How long?
...creative solutions from the idea phase to fruition."
Look, he's gonna be a douche bag no matter who he is.
And for dinner, she made pork loin with caramelized apples...
BIood—soaked bandage, contaminated needles, body parts.
Six months ago, guy fell off a scaffold at McNaI|y Construction.
I'd be worried that the rail line's gonna have layoff again. Aren't you?
One man's misfortune is another man's opportunity.
Formaldehyde's our biggest, uh, culprit.
-You whore! —He humiliate me!
BIood—soaked bandages, contaminate needles, body parts.
-No. -Okay. What about sear flesh?
...with a side of iceberg lettuce that had a little oil and vinegar drizzle on it.
I said wiggle your ears, not shit your pants.
What fume exactly? You know, so I can stay clear.
How'd I know you'd have it memorize, you psycho?
This is my first web diary entry, and it's dedicate to my daddy...
A whore. Yelled it.
BIood—soak bandages, contaminated needles, body parts.
Wanna sneak off to the bathroom? I have some party favors.
...you sack of shit ambulance chaser?
What so proudly we hail
-Karen. -Fuck! You scare me, Lip.
-That's my ride. I gotta go. —Pinkie swear’?
I think so. Or at least he pretend to.
-We should talk to him. —He slam the door in our faces.
Of course, by the time you get out, Fiona and I will be married, so--
Heading eastbound on Carmac. Just passed 36th Street.
That sounds awfully close to being an insult.
Uh, we're gonna be upstairs.
You wanna go out sometime?
What so proudly we hailed
I'm just glad that my dad's not around anymore to call me a whore.
-I mean, the stuffs too damn expensive. —Not to mention Ed Begley Jr.'s a pussy.
-Hmm. -We fucked everywhere.
Ah, I knew I had it here somewhere.
I can get blow anytime I like.
Fiona's a good girl. I've known her a long time. Just drive carefully.
You bring me in, you risk Fiona hating you forever.
They won't let me anywhere near the place.
Why do you care anyway?
LUCY: Why does he look like Jacob? -That guy's totally your dad.
I'm mostly here.
-Slightly, right? Slightly. -Yeah. I think I can. |~
You know, the products we're using, they're, uh, not exactly the safest.
-Uh, sorry for coming unannounced. -It's okay.
So they gotta make everybody else feel as shitty as they do.
Well, the CDC came around four months ago and hit us with some hefty fines.
It's unnatural for a kid to hold a secret for so long.
Not glamorous work we're talking about.
I mean, maybe he has a job, or he's sober, or he likes kids.
-Your monthly must be outrageous. -Peter wants to pay the house off soon.
The conditions are hazardous, unsafe or both.
No, he's just jealous. I'm careful. Promise.
Fiona would be pissed if she knew.
How'd I know you'd have it memorized, you psycho?
And then you have to wait until they get divorced, but by then, you'll be 45.
This is your father and me when we were altar boys.
Bilingual insurance agent. Part-time nanny. Hair-salon assistant.
"Francis Gallagher is a passionate professional who brings...
These are vanilla.
I'd be worried that the rail line's gonna have layoffs again. Aren't you?
Still haven't gotten rid of my baby fat. And my youngest is 6.