Frank: (reading a letter) "Dear, Mr. Gallagher... Effective immediately, your Illinois State Workers' Compensation has been terminated"?! No...!
Jasmine Hollander: How about we go grab some coffee?
Fiona: I don't do coffee.
Jasmine Hollander: Tea?
Fiona: No, I mean, I do coffee. I just don't have the luxury of doing it in the middle of the day, like you people.
(Carl stares at Frank)
Carl: Never seen you use deodorant before.
Frank: Well, gotta find a job.
Debbie: Typed up your résumé, Daddy.
Frank: Good girl, Debs. "Francis Gallagher is a passionate professional who brings creative solutions from the idea phase to fruition." You know me so well.
(Lip and Ian visit their grandmother in jail)
Lip: How's it going in there?
Peg Gallagher: Well, the food's not so great, but the pussy's pretty good. Never thought I'd be the type. Oh, this dump ain't so bad. I can get blow anytime I like.
Lip: Sounds all right.
Peg Gallagher: Yeah. The only thing that sucks is, they got me cleaning toilets. I wanted to be on the kitchen crew, but they won't let me anywhere near the place. One meth lab explosion, and this is what I get.
Lip: Well, yeah. It's probably the two college students that died in the fire, Grams.
Carl: Come to work with your dad?
Daughter: No school. Budget cuts.
Carl: Yeah, me, too. Want to go out sometime?
Daughter: I'm only 12.
Carl: It's cool. I'm into older women.
Debbie: I don't like that you're getting hurt on purpose to make money. Isn't that cheating?
Frank: I prefer to think of it as helping.
Debbie: You do?
Frank: Yeah. When I collect workman's comp, some lady has to fill out the paperwork. That's her job. If it wasn't for me, she'd be unemployed.
Tony's Partner: You catch the plates on that guy Steve's Cayenne?
Tony Markovich: Uh, seven three Echo Yankee five five.
Tony's Partner: How'd I know you'd have it memorized, you little psycho?
Karen: (on web camera) Hi, I'm Karen Jackson. I mean, Daddyz Girl. This is my first Web diary entry, and it's dedicated to my daddy, Eddie Jackson. Here he is on the left. You can visit him at the ITC on 126th where he works. My daddy and I recently went to a Purity Ball, where he asked me to confess my sexual sins so that we can be closer. But when I did, guess what he did. He called me a whore. In front of a room full of people. A whore. Yelled it. So guess what, Daddy. I've got something for you.
(Shows off her new tattoo, "WHORE")
Steve: Hey, Debs. I got your new iPad in my bag.
Debbie: Did you tell her, Jimmy? Family? Dropped out of med school? Different name?
Steve: Yeah, I just haven't found the right time yet. Okay?
Debbie: It's unnatural for a kid to hold a secret for so long. I'm gonna crack.
Lip: (about Clayton Gallagher) That guy's totally your dad.
Ian: You don't know that for a fact.
Lip: We can easily find out.
Ian: I don't wanna know!
Lip: You look exactly like him.
Ian: So what am I supposed to do, pack my bags and move in here?
Lip: Yeah! Have you checked this place out?
(Ian walks out)
Lip: Ian... Ian! Ian, come on! We should at least go in and...
Ian: Look, this is about you, all right? Not me. We all have our problems with Frank, but he's still my father. And-and Fiona's my sister and you're my brother. Debbie, Carl, Liam; we're a family.
Lip: But Ian, you can have a sweet life here.
Ian: I'm happy with who we are... Even if you're not.
Tony Markovich: You got two choices: You could turn yourself in, spend a couple of years in jail. Of course, by the time you get out, Fiona and I'll be married.
(Steve spits in his face)
Steve: In your dreams.
(Tony goes to leave)
Steve: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait, wait. What's the second choice?
Tony Markovich: You could save your ass.
Tony Markovich: Disappear tonight. Walk away. Just leave everything behind. Don't go back to your house. Don't call her. Don't say goodbye. Just leave. But you have to decide right now.
(Car speeds past Tony)
Tony Markovich: What the hell?! Dispatch, this is off-duty Officer 2244 reporting a stolen vehicle: license 7-2-Delta-Delta-Foxtrot-4, black new Porsche Cayenne heading eastbound on Carmac just past 36th Street.
(Tony walks over to the pulled-over car)
Tony Markovich: Well, Steve, possession of a stolen car is a fel...
(Lip and Ian sit on the curb in handcuffs)