Original subtitles

Fiance's jilted me,

ran off on his stag night, god knows where.

-He's drawn his benefit. So he's alive. -[sighs]

And...

-And he's not here. -[Patty] Where's your dignity, woman?

-I'm celebrating my freedom. -[Patty] We're left

living like paupers in this shithole,

looking after their kids, it's madness!

[Libby] Frank!

-[tapping] -[intro music]

Anyone watching, thinking we know fuck all about knowing fuck all about owt,

needs to watch their back.

So you've had your Labour, reclassifying skunk,

sending prices sky high,

literally, literally taking the grass from its own roots.

And now you've got your con-dem-nation,

Liberals noshing Tories like altar boys picking dimps up.

Have we had a national fucking stroke or what?

Is revolution a word or was it never?

Anybody watching needs to know

we cope better than average with irony in Chatsworth.

Well, for fuck's sake, we live in Manchester

and they charge us for water?

I wandered lonely as a clown, necking mushrooms rarely found,

this green and pleasant land in ancient times...

yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak!

It's not theirs anymore.

-This is our England now. -[cheering]

Party!

[intro music fades away]

[orchestral music]

[baby crying]

-[Jamie] You sure about this? -[baby crying]

If I meet it head on, then it's done.

[Karen] In years gone by,

they'd have tied me to a chair and drowned me in the pond...

shaved my head,

branded me,

set fire to me,

stuck me inside a fucking Wicker Man to purify my soul.

Woe betide any woman who strays,

who dreams of something other...

dares to make a mistake.

[pounding]

-[girl] Fucking slag! -Slag!

[Karen] I've made mistakes,

maybe more than most.

Aren't they mine, though?

My mistakes? My guilt?

Karen!

[Karen] Or do a woman's mistakes belong to everyone?

[woman] Slag!

[orchestral music]

[upbeat music]

On your toes, they'll be here in a minute.

You haven't seen my manicure set, have you?

I can't find the fucking thing anywhere.

-What does it look like? -[Kelly sighs]

It's a 24-piece:

nail clippers, fingers and toes,

assorted files, scissors,

cuticle-pushes,

razor-sharp tweezers, two sets...

-[Shane grunts] -leather pouch.

[muted] Fuck.

No, love, I can't picture it.

Should we get a new one?

It's antique,

never track one down.

Besides,

it's the last thing me Mum gave me before...

you know.

[Kelly sobs]

Sentimental value.

[Mimi] How are you? How's the kids?

I haven't seen you for ages.

[Patty] Like it wasn't bad enough, you've taken to dressing like a whore.

Where's your dignity, woman?

I'm celebrating my freedom.

I'm not dead yet!

Not from you,

[Libby sighs]

from a life of heartache and disappointment

at the hands of an alcohol sodden...

[sobs] cuckold!

Oh, Frank Gallagher.

I'll certainly drink to his demise.

Finished with that?

Hang on. Excuse me.

You all right?

You ready for this?

[chattering]

[silence]

[door closes]

-[Jamie] Take him, Mum. -[baby cries]

This applies to everyone,

family an' all.

You've got 30 seconds to say your piece: free-for-all.

After that, if I hear one bad word against my wife,

I swear to God

I'll nail your fucking knee-caps above the door.

Go.

-Whore. -[man] Slag.

Cunt!

I fucking hate you for what you did to him,

but if he can forgive you, then so should we.

I always knew you was a--

[murmuring]

Good. That's done then.

[Sita sings] ...follow you until you love me

Papa-paparazzi

[Sita hums]

Can I ask you something?

Right, is it definitely illegal to have a wank in a public place?

[Chesney] I don't see it, mate, must be 'cause she's family,

-be like banging one off to my Gran. -That's sick.

And you having a wank here's totally reasonable?

[Carl laughs]

Sorry, Lillian.

Forgot you were there!

[Lillian] Understandable. Sprightly thing, right?

Why's she so happy?

[Chesney] University posts

her medical exam results online at dinnertime.

[Sita] Not dinnertime, lunchtime.

Oh, right now, in fact!

[Sita giggles]

Funny word: "Wank", don't you think?

It's an old Air Force term: used to call the beds "Wank-pits."

It's not your first thought when you think of Battle of Britain,

Biggles, having a wank.

[Sita screams]

[orchestral music]

[Sita breaths heavily]

What's wrong?

Try and breathe, Sita, come on.

[Chesney] Desai, Sita. First year medical...

Fail, Fail, Fail.

[laughing] She failed!

[Sita hyperventilates]

[heartbeat]

[doctor] Looks like he's going through REM.

Keep him permanently sedated,

he's a violent schizophrenic

with multiple personalities.

And not one of them has a good haircut.

-[doctor cackles] -Fuck all wrong with it,

it's a classic.

-[old music playing] -[heartbeat]

Hello?

Shop?

-Self-service, is it? -Nope.

This isn't real.

To the rest of the world, no... but to you...

it's very real.

I'm your subconscious,

the pleasure's all...

illusory.

I'm quite pleased to know me subconscious has got style.

I'll fucking bet you are.

I'm a better quality of hallucination than you've endured of late.

Doctor Who?

Alien?

Close Encounters of the 70s Kind?

It's like a journey through a masturbating bachelor's DVD collection.

You must be fucking delighted to see me.

You've clambered to the surface of my mind

to ridicule me about my taste in science fiction films?

Don't...

mention Science Fiction... ever.

It's unbecoming in a man of your age.

Oh, am...

Am I not what you expected?

Did you think your subconscious might harbour your 'Better Self'?

A caring father,

attentive husband, considerate neighbour...

the real Frank,

a good man

trapped deep by the iniquities of society...

Well... maybe...

Wake up and smell the stale odour of your own shite, Frank:

I'm it. I am the picture in Dorian Gray's fucking attic,

I am the nasty,

sick, fucking vile stuff which makes you...

[laughing] you... [laughs]

the good bit.

[subconscious cackles]

You...

are the better self.

[laughs hysterically]

[Karen] Right.

Get the system checked, because I need to make this order.

That is the password. I should know, it's my name on the account.

-I'm the licensee. -Let me.

-What? -Gimme the phone, love.

Hello? The password is "Donegal1607."

Close of business? Great, thanks.

[Mimi] We changed the name on the account.

When you left with Joe.

I understand... made sense...

That's not all.

You were ill, I had to protect myself.

You're not the licensee, I am.

[orchestral music]

[boys yelling]

[whistle]

Hello?

Who's there?

Shit...

Come on then!

Frank?

[grunts]

[yelling]

[groaning]

[Jackson screams]

Yeah!

You like that? You want some more? Do you? Bloody hell.

-[Jackson] It's a minor cut. Get off. -[Avril] You've got blood on your face.

Stand still!

[Avril] Sorry I had to call...

[Libby] It's fine, we were just in the pub.

What kind of animal are you? He's thirteen years old!

-Er, he attacked me! -[Patty laughs]

[Patty] Did he steal your lunch money as well?

-Give you a wedgie? -[Aidan] I shouted warnings, three times.

"Please, sir, I've come to stay with my Aunty,

-don't hurt me." -[Patty] You poor thing!

[Libby] We appreciate your vigilance, even if it was a little... enthusiastic.

I'm sure there's no need to press charges.

-Charges! -[Avril] Come on. Jackson.

[Aidan] Should we seek compensation?

-Listen-- -[Avril] Jackson!

Come on.

[door opens and closes]

[Patty] Listen to me, you little shite-hawk.

If you think I bought one ounce

of the manure you just tried to peddle, you've another think coming.

Empty your pockets to pay for the window you broke.

I've heard all about you, you old witch.

And every bit of it true!

-I thought he'd fooled you. -We're Catholics.

Present a united front to the outside world

and batter the living shite out of each other behind closed doors.

It's the way things have always been.

[orchestral music]

[Jamie] I would've told you...

I put The Jockey in my name to protect it,

to protect us.

I understand.

Some things happened because I was ill,

some things just happened.

I know I've gotta earn your trust, Jamie,

before it's permanent.

Just need... some time.

Then you've got it.

Two more weeks.

[soft orchestral music]

I miss who we used to be.

Where the fuck are those people?

Come.

Sita!

Please, sit.

I thought I might see you, I know how much this means to you.

I...

I thought I'd done well.

You did.

You did very well.

But it's hard,

-and not everyone's cut out for it. -I am!

-Maybe nursing... -I wanna to be a doctor.

I'd be a good doctor.

I gave everything.

Perhaps not everything.

I'd like for you and I to have sex, Sita,

a lot of sex. Mostly conventional,

but sometimes... themed.

Then, I might be tempted to give you a second chance.

[orchestral music]

I'm sorry about your window, Aunty.

-I wasn't sure the house was-- -Shut up with your bollocks.

I don't button up the back.

What did they tell you when they sent you to me?

My Mam's up in court.

Shop lifting, a misunderstanding.

Plead guilty, 80 hours community service, max.

Fresh start.

Behave yourself while you're under my roof,

we'll get along fine.

What are you? Id? Ego?

Super...

-Grass? -Freud... really?

Pussy-whipped Viennese cissy with a mother-fixation?

One-size-fits-all theory applies

to the entire piss-soaked wonders of the Chatsworth human zoo, does it?

-You've got a mouth like a sewer. -I'm your subconscious.

What did you expect?

The charm of Cary Grant, the charisma of Paul Newman,

crossed with the cock of Errol Flynn?

No...

But... maybe a touch more pleasant than you...

crossed with the cock of Errol Flynn.

[heartbeat]

-Embrace who you are. -[Frank] I can't.

I'm still looking for answers.

[Frank sighs]

[subconscious] Don't waste your time, Tripitaka.

You have no better self,

no moral compass lurking deep inside,

no paternal goodness, no honesty, no kindness,

no deep desire to love and cherish

and commit to Libby Croker.

You are, in fact,

merely the sum of all your behaviour

and nothing more.

This is as good as it gets for you, Frank.

Cheers.

[distorted music]

[Micky] [singing] Hush, little baby, don't say a word

Papa's gonna buy you

a talking bird...

A word.

You know that little tool kit that... I leant you...

Tweezers, pliers, little nail files,

all really little stuff.

Good for getting into small places.

[Micky] D'you know you'd suit a Brazillian, Barry?

I think I know the one, yeah.

Good. I need it back, pronto.

And it's not a talking bird, you fucking muppet,

it's a mockingbird.

Mockingbird?

Those clothes are so inappropriate,

you almost qualify as a fetish.

[Libby] Laugh it up, I've had a life-time of it.

Feeling sorry for ourselves, are we?

I am not sorry for myself, mother,

I am devastated for myself!

Kids with curly hair to a man who could dance,

that was my dream.

Not much to ask for, [screaming] was it?

You seen my purse?

I'm sure it was in my bag.

-Four, six, four, three. -[moaning]

Croker.

-Yeah. C-R... -Aidan!

[moaning]

What? It won't say "Porn" on your bill.

Yuck!

-She all right? -Mam. Psst!

-Little grooming set I leant you? -No.

Nail files, scissors, tweezers...

I think I remember it.

I need it back.

-All right, Baby Father, I'll have a look. -It's a...

-grooming emergency. -I said I'll look.

What's a mockingbird?

[Mimi] A girl who tells you the truth about your performance in bed,

now fuck off.

[Mimi] Hiya, love.

A large vodka, please.

-Anything in it? -No.

-Okay. -[Chesney] You don't drink.

-So what did he say? -I passed,

flying colours, every subject.

-You must be made up. -Said he won't for--

[rummaging]

[chinking]

Thanks.

Said he won't formalise the results till I...

Till I fuck him.

The more things change, the more they stay the same, eh?

[Avril] You'd think the clever ones'd be spared it.

One of you drink that for me.

I'm meeting him tomorrow.

[Chesney giggles]

[orchestral music]

[man] Whoa!

[man whistles]

-[man] Whoa! -Remember me?

-[man laughing] -[chattering]

[Karen] Right,

who needs a beer?

[Carl] Usual, please.

-[Mimi] You okay, son? -Yeah, just great.

[Mimi] The little manicure set I borrowed you...

The what?

Little scissors, nail files...

[beep]

[grunting]

-[plop] -[Jamie sighs]

-Not sure I've still got all the bits. -No matter,

whatever is there, I need it quick-style.

Yeah, sure.

-[chattering] -[laughing]

Libby?

Yes, love?

Think Aidan's left something for you.

[disgusted] Oh...

Fuck off, I just want to have me pint in peace.

Believe me, if I could go, I would.

[Frank sniffles]

You're my subconscious,

right?

So, every thought I have

ultimately begins with you?

I won't deny it.

So despite your rather gloomy outlook

on my person and my character,

how come I want

nothing more than get the fuck out of here,

find Libby Croker

and put a song in her heart

and a smile

on her sweet, kind, cunny-red mouth?

You can't hide behind word-play with me,

alliteration's no replacement for substance.

I love her...

and I want to marry her.

No you fucking don't.

Whose benefit is that for?

There's only us here, and we both know your only living, breathing concern

is for yourself and your own gratification.

Fuck Libby Croker and anyone else who gets in the way.

Fuck 'em all.

Have an E.

-No. -Oh, don't take the huff.

Don't try to prove me wrong, you'll embarrass us.

Who d'you think you are: Maximus... fucking Gladiator,

off to demonstrate your nobility?

Now, there's a film... and it's not science fiction...

[Frank pants]

[subconscious sighs]

I'll be seeing you again, Frank...

not so easy to put back in me box.

Fuck 'em all!

[footsteps]

Who the fuck are you?

I'm your feminine side.

We're not really in touch.

[Frank gasps]

[breaths heavily]

[pants]

You tired?

[Jamie] Absolutely shattered, as it goes. [sighs]

[clinking]

Your Mum's upstairs with Connor.

We used to be these people.

It's been a long day...

This is what I remember...

Stop it, please...

What's wrong?

You're trying too hard...

you're too... desperate...

I'm sorry.

The poor little gypo thinks his mother's in court for shop-lifting.

You'll excuse my mother's casual racism.

-So what's she really done? -[Patty] Sinead, his mother, my niece,

is a fan of the intravenous drugs.

She's been on the game on and off for years

-to pay for it. -Is she a prossie?

-Where's Aidan now? -In bed.

He is not.

He left the house at the crack of arse.

He was taking a piss out the bedroom window.

Now I'm as liberal as the next man, but my daughter saw his...

thing!

Sita. She slept over.

I told her we'd pay him a little visit,

but she said it's her problem.

-I want to shake his hand. -Shut the fuck up.

See you later.

Where are you going?

Got a date.

-[door closes] -She's not gonna go through with it?

Oi. In a hurry?

Well...

[Avril] Good.

I want to talk.

[Avril] When I was fifteen,

I used to give hand-jobs

to a lad with a face like lava flowing down the side of a volcano,

because... he'd left school,

had a Volkswagen Golf

and could drive us to all the pubs in the town centre.

It was like a transaction.

I'm not proud.

So I'm supposed to just have sex with this creep...?

[Avril] Good God, I never said that.

Sex is the commodity.

He's risking a lot to get into your pants,

he must really want it,

and you've got it

by the bucket-load, if you don't mind me saying.

That puts you in a very powerful position.

Time to get smart.

What happened to the Volkswagen's guy?

[Avril giggles]

I married him.

[both laugh]

Oh, fuck!

[Jamie gasps] Y'all right?

Yeah, just... surprised.

I wanted to ask...

little nail file set I leant you.

The scissors and shit. I need it back.

Y'all right, girls.

[girls giggle]

I know where it is.

Soon as you can, yeah?

-There was a couple of bits missing. -Don't worry about it.

Oh, Karen, no... don't leave.

[Jamie sighs]

-I'm sorry about last night. -Will you shut-up?

I'm only going for the day,

I'll be back tonight, tomorrow at the latest.

I'm going in as an out-patient to check my blood levels and assess my meds.

It's nothing to freak out about,

there's no reason to panic.

Trial and error until we get the meds right,

that's gonna be norm for me

for a while, anyway.

Don't bother with my tea, I'll get chips.

Where d'you get the money?

I blame the demise of Capital Punishment.

You mean Corporal.

Do I?

It's sex, aggression,

it's stealing, lying, cursing.

He's a bad little bastard, all right.

Are you going to eat that cake?

I'm waiting till my tea cools.

I mean, who leaves a jobby in the fridge?

It's done to shock,

to provoke a reaction.

I'd have rubbed his face in it.

[Libby] He comes across all little big man, but he's a child,

broken home,

his mother walking the streets to support her addiction...

He's crying out for help.

He's crying out for a toe up the arse

and, if you're not careful, he'll run rings round you.

They can smell a soft-touch a mile off.

I am not a soft touch.

Oh,

will you get the sole of my foot, will you? It's a terrible itch.

Ah...

-Oh, lovely. -[mobile phone rings]

Hello?

Yes, speaking.

Actually, no, I wasn't aware Sinead had named me next of kin.

Where is she?

Oh, mother of God.

No, thank you, we'll wait for your call.

They've sent Sinead to prison for 18 months.

-That poor boy... -Hmm...

I suppose he'll have to stay here with us.

[Patty] Over my dead body!

[chirping]

[Karen] Frank?

Hiya, Karen.

[Karen] Frank.

Oh, what the fuck?

Is this another dream?

'Cause I've just about had it with fucking dreams.

What are you on about, you tit?

And where've you been? Everybody's been frantic.

[Frank gasps]

[Frank] C'mon. Jus'...

Alright, it's alright, jus, just tell me something

that I couldn't possibly know.

Just to prove that you're real

and not some drug-induced hallucination.

-Fuck off! -Please.

-No! -Please!

Jamie's cum tastes of asparagus.

-Pardon? -Well, he eats it instead of snacks,

like a health kick thing, it's got vitamin A and vitamin C... so his jizz...

Gross...

I really hope that you're real,

'cause, if my subconscious invented that,

[whimpering] I'm more fucked than I thought.

[Frank sobs]

Are you all right?

Oh... I... I don't know, kid.

Everybody's been worried. Libby, she's...

Have you been here this whole time?

I'm not sure.

[upbeat music]

Why's he always sucking that?

[Chesney] Dunno.

By the way,

that nail-clipper thing you wanted, I leant it to her.

-Lillian? -I was using a file

to scrape off sell-by dates,

-asked if she could borrow it. -Personal grooming set?

It's round ours.

-[Carl] Sweet. -I think I gave it to Brandi, though...

And you gave it to Tricia.

And she lost it.

-Can I have the keys to the flat? -You're not shagging him in my flat!

No, I'm not. But he's coming here. I need somewhere to get ready.

I can hardly meet him at uni.

[jingling]

[sighs] This isn't as much fun as I thought.

[Carl] Is that all? She's your cousin.

Bothers you so much, do something.

Fine, I will.

Sita, wait!

Don't do it.

What?

Being a doctor is just a job.

-There's other jobs. -Not for me.

I've worked for this.

-Told everyone. -Who gives a fuck what people think?

I failed.

I failed, all right?

And he's offered me a way ahead.

What a scumbag.

Me or him?

Let me help.

[Libby] Thanks, Carl.

-I just wasn't sure how he'd take it. -[Carl] I thought it was about Dad.

Why would I call about him?

-I've no interest in him. -Humph.

You might have no interest, but he's still me Dad,

he's still missing.

[Libby whimpers]

[door opens]

[crackling]

What?

-Come into the living room, sit. -No. What?

Is it my Mum?

[Libby snivels]

-Look, I know she's a tart... -[Patty] Watch your mouth.

Well, she is. So what?

She's an addict, she needs to get money.

[beep]

-What have they done to her? -[whimper]

Your mam's in jail, kiddo.

How long?

Eighteen months.

[Aidan sobs]

[whimpering] I want me Mum!

Well, don't just stand there!

[Aidan sobs]

[Libby] I think these are a very good idea, at least for tonight.

How is he?

I think the poor kid's always known that Sinead was on the game...

Still his Mam, though.

We'll keep him here, then.

Is that all right?

'Course it is.

He's had a lot to deal with.

[Aidan cries hysterically]

[Karen] I hate 'em all judging me.

-[Frank] Who? -Everybody.

Punters,

family,

Jamie.

I can feel their eyes on me.

Fuck 'em all.

Is that your considered opinion,

-"Fuck 'em all"? -No, not literally.

Mind you, there was a time, y'know,

back in the day, I wouldn't have put it past you...

[Karen laughs]

Anyway,

who are they to cast a stone at you, eh?

Let he who is without sin, etcetera.

Why would you waste the energy giving a shit?

[Cromer] It doesn't have to be unpleasant.

We could be friends.

This isn't how you make friends.

Friendships don't recover from those beginnings.

Irony is... I had a crush on you.

It wouldn't have taken much.

Seems we both have something the other desires.

I wanna fuck you...

now.

-Sorry...? -Here.

Now.

Now?

[Sita] Give me a minute, then follow.

[clinking]

[moaning]

[loud moaning]

[Cromer] Yeah. [grunts]

[Sita] Take your trousers down.

Pull yourself off.

I want you ready. I'm so nearly there.

[Cromer] I will... I wasn't expecting to work this hard.

[Cromer grunts]

[Sita] This'll be better.

-This'll be a better angle. -[Cromer grunts]

[Cromer] Ah. That's good.

[Cromer shouts]

[Cromer] That hurt!

What...? Who are you?

-You're a fucking scumbag... -Wait.

[Cromer sighs]

Alright.

-I'll pass you. -Next time, I want to earn it.

Not like this,

by studying.

Whatever you want.

Go on, Sita, I'll catch you up.

-Is she your girlfriend? -Why would that matter?

[Cromer yells]

[Cromer grunts]

-[Frank] What they got you on, Largactil? -Mind your business.

[Frank chuckles] Right. [chuckles]

What should I tell Libby?

Nothing, I'll sort it out when I see her. It'll be fine.

Don't know about that, Frank. She's a mess.

She thinks you've done a runner.

But I haven't. I've just been...

lost.

Still.

The whole tramp thing... I've had problems,

but there's no video evidence.

It's just been a misunder--

What tramp thing?

YouTube.

On your stag-night,

some biddy riding you like there's no tomorrow...

And I never shagged her.

It looks like you shagged her.

Ah, you couldn't get a stiffie.

What? No, no, smart arse.

Little Frank can still conduct the Berlin Philharmonic if required.

Ah, fuckin', I need to get back home, Karen.

[sighs] I need to see her.

[door opens]

You all right?

-Did you...? -Don't really wanna talk about it.

Is it all right if I stay over,

maybe watch a film.

'Course.

Sita...

I'm sorry.

[Carl] So we've got

An Education, To Sir, With Love...

-Are you sure? That's... -Yeah, I know what it is.

-What is it? -Throbbin' Hood: Prince of Meat.

I've got the horn, all right? It's not a crime.

Poor kid! How long's he gonna be with you?

As long as. Who knows what shape his mum'll be in when she gets out.

Things we do to our kids, eh?

Everything we do has an impact.

You can almost see your flaws and failings in the character of your kids.

Libby's flaws and failings...

are entirely her own.

I had it in me hands, Chesney's cousin leant it me.

[Jamie] Where is it then?

I gave it to Trixie, she's got a terrible ingrowing toe-nail...

that's the last that was seen of it. It's been lifted from her room.

It's an antique, irreplaceable.

A precious family heirloom.

He was supposed to look after it. I trusted you!

I trusted her. If you can't trust your own mam then...

Hold the accusations!

My eldest was in need and I give it to him,

-which mother wouldn't? -[Jamie] I leant it to a Gallagher

-and it's got robbed out of a brothel. -How am I getting the blame?

Does no-one is this place ever take responsibility for their actions?

Actually...

it's here. It's been here all the time, bottom of me bag.

You must've lifted it from Trixie's room.

Come to think of it,

I must've done.

Oi, Ironside!

-This belongs to me. -What?

"Property of P. Croker."

-Oh, yeah. -[Shane] What was all that shit about

"God, the last thing my mother ever gave me..."?

I couldn't remember where I fucking got it.

[indistinctive quarrelling]

Everything all right?

Yeah.

Did they say much?

Spoke to a wise man, though.

He told me never to let anyone cast the first stone.

A wise man?

[Karen] He's a complete arsehole, but sentiment's the same.

[quarrelling]

That reminds me...

Frank! My Frank!

I never doubted you for a second!

-[Karen] Nature is a total bastard. -I'm coming!

-Frank, I'm coming! -We're all defined by it, trapped by it.

[Karen] It is true

I have breasts, a vagina,

reproductive organs.

I know men are genetically programmed to want that.

But it's not nature that judges us,

that pigeon-holes us, calls us slags for the clothes we wear,

the life we want, the sex we have.

It's not nature that puts us in prison.

[soft breathing]

[Karen] I, for one,

am tired of being judged.

I'm done with that.

I'm getting out. For you.

-I'll wed you, Libby Croker. -[Monica] Did you miss me?

[Libby] Monica's trying to nullify the divorce. Stop us getting married!

-Got 24 hours to pull together a wedding. -[Shane] Like a pig in fucking clogs.

-Thought you might need one of these. -[Libby] Who am I kidding?

There won't be any wedding! They're never going to let him out.

Frank!

[Libby] Monica wins, we lose.

[Libby screams]

[outro music]

[pissing]

[flush]

Who the fuck are you?

I'm Penis Envy.

[zip closes]