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00:44:49
William H. Macy, Emmy Rossum, Ethan Cutkosky
768
...like a coolie so your ass doesn't touch the water.
Got semolina, seven-grain and whole wheat.
-It's horse tranquilizer. -Get in the coffin before you pass out.
-Any more Ziplocs? -You look exhausted.
Boss's orders. Stay with the scumbag till he's buried.
Must be big, judging from the grimace on your face.
Fiona's a ‘hood gilt, not a debutante from Glencoe.
Or the part where my dad's a raging alcoholic narcissist?
What do you want? Vicodin, morphine, peyote?
KASH: Do you want me to go?
FIONA: A hearse?
"Put Your Head in the Trash Compactor Day."
Flier for guitar lessons and a comb.
I just hope that in the afterlife...
Went out of the office one morning on a smoothie run.
Lip borrowed a casket, Carl found some flowers.
Okay. Well, we'll have the best slumber party ever.
If you stop being such a prick, I'll even make you sausage.
Don't think he detach my retina this time.
Truly respected and cherish member of this community.
But no touching the forbid fruit until I'm knocked up.
Presumed dead.
I slap his little ass myself.
Out of my way. I buried two husbands.
He hug me.
Smashed the first one when he was on crystal microdot.
He owe me. I told his wife he was on his way...
You pretend to be dead, and your problems die for real.
-This expire when Bush was president. -It's supposed to age. It's fine.
Kev really wants a kid. I convince him to rent before we own.
Only thing those people are equip to teach is how to live with disappointment.
Lip borrow a casket, Carl found some flowers.
Two assholes bust into our house looking for you and some car.
I knit him the sweater. Yeah.
But no touching the forbidden fruit until I'm knock up.
-If you didn't run, we'd have flushed first. —We want our 6 grand.
...and he will be sorely missed.
...they treat him as kindly as he treated us. To Frank.
Meanwhile, some guy named Paco is jumping a fence and taking my job.
...and you slowly Jew me down to an unacceptable number.
Yeah, for a few hours. Not overnight.
Truly respected and cherished member of this community.
You go ahead. I'm gonna go back and fight for more.
-Ten blocks? —Maybe five. Straight shot.
You'd probably get thank-you cards. You're a U.S. citizen.
I'm already two hours late on this load. I try to take one shortcut, this is what I get.
A great thing about hotels is that the toilets actually work.
No, come inside, sweetie! Liam, honey! You have to come—-
-And you'll be going? —Soon as he's in the ground.
FIONA: Stuff the ice in his shirt. -Stop, enough.
-Hey, wanna catch a movie later? .Uh..
Neat trick, you knowing it was me, though.
You know, I should let you doze off more often.
Who else smells like Old Style and ball sweat?
It's with a social worker. We're getting a fost kid.
...like the inner thighs of an overworked hooker.
There's no stinking way they're getting that 5 bucks now.
My goddamn kid drained my phone playing "Doodle Jump."
No, genius, I like standing in a shitty neighborhood with my dick in my hands.
Or the part where my dad's a raging alcoholic narcissist?
...for being greedy, controlling the media...
What's next, coed bikini waxes and a spa day?
Have you been watching TV on mute this whole time?
-Any more Ziplocs? -You look exhausted.
Restock the feminine hygiene.
...and you slowly Jew me down to an unacceptable number.
Or the part where my dad's a raging alcoholic narcissist?
Some of you seemed a little too eager to see me go.
Neat trick, you knowing it was me, though.
Shallow breathing, clammy.
Truly respected and cherished member of this community.
It's painful, man, you always asking her on lunches...