Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ian and I, grand theft auto.

It was for me too.

Getting a late start for a Gallagher, aren't you?

I'm sorry, Lip.

One of the moms from Deb's school.

...dating my sister, stealing cars, and going by the name of Steve.

- You're gonna work for me? - I am?

Open the window, son.

- Son. - You're Frank's kid.

I'm just so worried that she's gonna make some terrible mistake...

Ah, it's cool. I'll hang for a bit.

You and me. I mean, it was amazing. Earth-shattering.

Oh, shit. Shit.

- What? - Hold on to my money.

Because I don't love you love you.

They give you a cavity search?

She fucking dumped me.

We need to talk.

Did you tell her, Jimmy? Family, dropped out of med school, different name?

All right, one.

I was being a fucking asshole.

They're from my neighborhood. Good kids.

Well, we're making stir-fry.

...the Earth's gravitational pull will end and we'll all go flying into space?

Yeah. I was out looking for that 911 you wanted.

Don't go to the basement yet. Come and sit with us.

What's it going to take to let them walk?

No bail. Haven't been arraigned yet.

You do not wanna do time.

Hi, sweetie. How did you sleep?

I, uh... I made some pasta sauce.

- Well, Steve... - My brothers were just arrested.

Fuck off, Frank.