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00:53:03
William H. Macy, Emmy Rossum, Ethan Cutkosky
899
Maybe a little snow for this hot summer scorcher?
She's probably in the basement of some whorehouse in Calcutta.
...with the softball buddies. Mosquitoes, bratwurst and gallons of Budweiser.
No, you listen to me, you fucking daughter of a chink-whore.
-The mulatto? -Yes.
SHElLA: Karen, the omelet are ready. -l had nothing to do with that.
This is "Mexican cartel, 60 years in the federal slammer" pot.
That baby laxative?
Where's my ten grand, motherfucker?
Stan, would you please sit down? Sit before you blow another ventricle.
What are you looking at? Microwave me a burrito and stock the cooler.
CARL: Oregano? -Fool's gold.
This isn't "pulled over with a joint in an ashtray" pot.
Micro-robotics surveillance drone prototypes.
But this shit's gotta be mulch by tomorrow.
-How's your remodel coming? -Really wanna know or being neighborly?
This is "Mexican cartel, 60 years in the federal slammer" pot.
l'm sneaking antibiotics into his toothpaste, just in case.
She annihilate me. lt wasn't a fair fight.
Guy on my shift moonlight as an electrician. He's gonna help me rewire.
No problem. And tell Teresa thanks for the case of dent soup.
Still owe you a beating from last year.
Oh. Don't wake you unless there's blood or expose bone.
-How long you been steal cars? -Who says l steal them?
l got Tasered for, like, a second, l crap myself.
l think l might have really screw up this time.
Distance runner, 1 600. Broke some kind of state record.
She hung up on me. The bitch didn't speak one word of English.
And now what are we suppose to live off of?
l mean, you really wanna get your ass shot off in some 'stan somewhere?
-He kick the top of my goddamn head. -Look at me.
-Sheila's single disability check? BABY: Then they go and pat me down.
Normally l throw a bunch of seeds around, see which looks best...
What? lt's a turn of phrase like, "l bet it's gonna rain today."
l promise her l wouldn't sell more than three or four this year.
-She smoke my ass. -Wasn't that bad.
-You still selling loosies? -Yeah, Marlboro Lights. Buck apiece.
Only that you're fabulous, smart and unbelievably sexy.
He keeps going downhill, we're gonna have to call Becky.
...and we listened to his iPod and fell asleep in each others' arms.
Plastic fork, barely broke the kid's skin, but it bought him 30 days.
-When are you bringing him back? -l'll bring him back when l'm damn ready.
l mean, you really wanna get your ass shot off in some 'stan somewhere?
Normally l throw a bunch of seeds around, see which looks best...
BABY: Yeah, l got Tasered twice, man. -Bullshit.
No, he takes me out, he buys me nice things sometimes.
V's gonna kill me. She's gonna fucking kill me.
l can make PB&Js instead, but l'm gonna need more bread.
You gotta be looking forward to having Mickey home again.
Gig's almost up, Daddy Frank. Time to make other plans.
So Mickey's out soon?
Well enough for me to afford getting ripped off here. And it's J.P. Morgan.
-Princeton. -We're going out later, you wanna come?
But l'm a bit worried, though.
My guaranteed, clitoris moistening, aphrodisiac music mix.
Hear all those heartwarming, scumbag, freeloading Frank stories.
Don't worry, it was really discouraging.
Fraternal loyalty doesn't extend to stupidity, bud.
A toddler will interfere with getting hammered and passing out before 1 1 .
Oh. This better be somebody who's about to give me a gigantic tip.
l need privacy to undergo the upcoming traumatic transformation.
Exhausted. Liam had me up half the night banging his head.
l know you love the old racist bastard...
...how to blow up Afghan shepherds all on your own.
...margarita no salt, Chivas neat and a Jack rocks.
l thought it was some kind of stupid fucked-up adolescent phase.
Only that you're fabulous, smart and unbelievably sexy.
-Now what? What do you wanna do? -Can't sell it. Gotta get rid of it.
Hey, gorgeous, more diablos.
When my techno music Pop music, retro music, rock
Stan's yelling again, so loud you can hear him through the floor.
-...when they're ripe. ETHEL: Of course.