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00:55:44
William H. Macy, Emmy Rossum, Ethan Cutkosky
3210
I broke my collarbone falling down those station steps...
...make mojito, sleep. We'll have Frank back by morning.
...some warm Bavarian potato salad, apple salsa fresca...
...looking like a fucking homeless tweaker...
An iconoclast with a brilliant mind and an outsized ego...
...sell them to the local geezer and the old folks at my nursing home.
-Hey, bub? Hey. MAN 3: Come on!
NARRATOR: --a 200-square-mile Arctic squall...
Oh, if you're, urn, looking for the brothel, it's just two doors down.
-Extra onions, jalapeno. VERONICA: Me.
We've found him in Dumpsters, garbage trucks...
Come on. Don't go. Come on. Puss, puss, puss.
Shove your phone up your ass. No more freebie from me...
So? Eight to 10 for manslaughter. Get laid as often as you want.
Whole country's a bunch of parka-wearing, draft-dodging...
-Only ketchup. -Me. Me.
Pretty weird, because he usually hangs out to sink the other drinker‘ dregs.
MAN 2: We're getting like 150 crabs and only 7 kilo a pot.
...who has flaunted the conventional wisdom...
I, uh, smuggle him over the border in the trunk of my car. Uh....
-What? -I won't say it twi--
...shel out for the, uh, pay-per-view here.
...touch him, if you're tempt.
I'm sorry, Fiona. I shouldn't have kidnap your dad.
...collide with the grounds, and fishing....
...but that's before they accuse him, so they think he's a juicer.
-Everybody thinks I owe them money. -You pawn his flat-screen.
.. . and tweak the staid...
He was so plaster, he would've jumped into a coffin.
-Sorry, Sheila. I'd nod off. -Oh, well, you must be exhausted.
Watch what happens to his tips when I boycott the Alibi.
Frank, the more you beg, the more you're in for.
I haven't set foot there since they toss me out of the choir.
-My cell's gone. Help me look. -I lent Lip your cell...
-Everybody thinks I owe them money. -You pawned his flat-screen.
-It's the only reason he eats eggs. -He just lick that one.
Plan was to dump him someplace weird in Michigan. Flint maybe.
...but the faulty locking mechanism was illegally imported from North Korea...
All right. All right, listen up, everybody. Tommy from upstairs...
You're moderately clever. You'll figure something out, right?
You need to see somebody. Normal guys fall asleep after sex. Not Kev. Oh, no.
He practically tackles the mailman before he can get out of his jeep.
I-- Listen, seriously, I don't think~ It's just--
STEVE [OVER PHONE]: The cars lsell are mainly, uh, not mine.
-And his microwave. -I won't say it twice. Go home.
You absolutely need something to haul the kids around in.
They're 8. Mostly it's just helping them get the ball anywhere near the basket.
Okay. Thanks anyway.
-Oh, yeah? With what? -Grass mostly.
...has led to bold scientific breakthrough, and he's not exactly....
Give her meds straight, couple shots of Thorazine, Librium...
Sometimes Oxycontin, sometimes illegal aliens.
What are you, a tough guy, Steve? You think you're a fucking tough guy?
Pretty weird, because he usually hangs out to sink the other drinkers‘ dregs.
Got a bit unnerving, so I headed on back down.
.. . and tweaked the staid...
Because you look like a premenstrual Filipino.
...I wind up in the loony bin next to Frank.
Hey, hey. A hundred forty-nine fifty on my goddamn Visa...
I know I'm a little nutty about shoes...
And that is, uh, some slow-roasted Bavarian pork chop...
Can I pour you a nice tall frosty Molson?
-Pretty colossal fuck-up. -Yeah.
Thought you might be thirsty.
-You're pathetic, Frank. -Get out now. I mean it.
...but the faulty locking mechanism was illegally imported from North Korea...
Still pissed about me calling the cops, but what could I do?
Well, that's very thoughtful of you.
Looks sore. How many stitches?
Thanks, handsome.
-Has anybody seen Dad? -He was asleep behind the armchair.
I can't. I have this overwhelming fear.