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00:53:30
William H. Macy, Emmy Rossum, Ethan Cutkosky
237
What happened to your hair? If it was lice, I could have washed it.
- Meds and vitals now. - What are those for?
PROTESTERS [CHANTING]: God kills soldiers Because America loves faggot
But I realized today I'm your stepmother.
...to barflies than spend time with my twin spawns of Satan?
Come on. Who wears testicle in family? You or wife?
...depression, diuretic, and apparently...
SVETLANA: Imagine you are swimming...
- God, you're cheater! Aah! - Aah! Look who's a sore sport.
- Chicks dig wheelchairs. - I swear, you lose your virginity before I do...
WOMAN: ...there are ashtray out front...
No. Waffles. Ooh. Chocolate-chip pancakes.
Oh, that's okay. I thought you were illiterate bartender pimp.
- My face? - Your seduction face.
No. It's surrogate. I rent uterus, like youth hostel.
Get some bleach on that phone. He had it in the port-a-john for an hour.
I see plenty of pea shooters. Do we have any full automatic weapons?
Nothing. Toaster waffles in the freezer.
No. It's surrogate. I rent uterus, like youth hostel.
- Sir... - She disrespect him on Father's Day.
...a five-minute wait for the 10 pounds of bacon you shove down your fat throat?
MAN: You want them scramble or over easy?
...to barflies than spend time with my twin spawn of Satan?
You fed our baby hooker's milk, and you shave your head!
Okay, I'll let you go. But first, you apologize to my waitress...
You scare me. Did you take something?
- Chicks dig wheelchairs. - I swear, you lose your virginity before I do...
Damn. I think I owe V an apology.
I got some sweet 420 that my girl bake up. Wanna trade?
About to start a big cleanup. They knock over Sunny Days on Halsted.
Like they have declare war.
Deserves your goddamn respect.
...where toxic waste should not be dump.
- Chicks dig wheelchairs. - I swear, you lose your virginity before I do...
I think this belong to Chuckie.
It's a sin that destroy, Mandy.
...and if we're being honest, I have heretofore failed on that front myself.
Look who's madly in love.
- This Happiest Baby shit totally works. - Here. Happiest-Baby-shit this one.
- I'll do it. - No, you'll go overboard and kill him.
Respectfully, if you can't tip, you can't eat here.
Whatever it is, I hope it's more exciting than this mentally disabled art.
You'll stop after eight hours because I'm not paying you overtime.
Literally, every day.
...just sit somewhere else when you do.
- Who can tell them apart? VERONICA: Oh.
And eventually, we end up in a camp somewhere...
They offer you twice what your home is worth...
Absolutely. Anything else?
Well, that's exactly what I said.
But sometimes I think is... How you call it? "Necessary evil." Like waxing pussy.
- Why? - Because I fucking need some, that's why.
I'm just finally sane.
I really wish that I'd taught him to run instead of fight.
Or some sort of artisanal juicery or a Whole fucking Foods.
As long as I give it back undamaged, I'm good.
I went out there to ask about my tip. You're the one who turned into a rabid dog.
Is it that I was slow, or is that your bloated metabolism can't handle...
I think Chuckie's mildly retarded. Someone should probably tell Sammi.
- Boston cream and java black. - Are we that predictable?
It could be bipolar disease, like our mom.
- God, you're cheaters! Aah! - Aah! Look who's a sore sport.
- Okay, ma'am... - Slow, rude, and my eggs were undercooked.
- Gallagher. You're still upright. - Yeah.
That was insane! I can't believe you did that!
...that poor folks could get a decent apartment right near downtown.
I'm guessing they're planning on dumping toxic waste...
- She's acting like a desperate teenager. - You're lying!
It may seem odd, but you organ recipients...
It makes me feel sad for you.
Sammi is a tough nut to learn to love...
It's okay. They're just loving on Pop because it's Father's Day.