Charlie: You can’t just torture someone ‘cause you think they’re guilty.
Frank: Oh, don’t give me that liberal bullshit!
Frankie Fasthands: Back in the ring!?
(via @Glenn_Howerton)
Donna: What is happening here?
Frank: I haven’t any idea, honestly.
Gail: I’m giving Frank a handie under the table.
Frank: That is true. Look, Snail, back off because you’re just mashing it now.
Donna: For god’s sake, Gail.
Gail: Mom, I’m sexually active now. Get over it.
Donna: You’re 33 years old; you’re supposed to be sexually active. You’re not supposed to be fondling your uncle under a table.
Frank: Woah. We’re not blood related.
Frank: Deandra, you got any bacon bits? We like to put ‘em in Artemis’s hair and they rain down on me when we bang.
Artemis: I feel like a Cobb salad. It’s AMAZING.
Dee: ’Kay, I have no idea why anyone would want to feel like a Cobb salad, but whatever.
