Mickey Milkovich: Alright shithead, this is like the two hundredth time I'm calling and you not picking up! I'm starting to get fucking homicidal. Call me the fuck back, Ian! I'm worried about you. I love you. Call me back.
Lip Gallagher: I believe the answer to that question, like the answer to most questions, is fuck you!
Mickey Milkovich: I've got an idea.
Lip Gallagher: We're not going to murder anyone.
Mickey Milkovich: I don't have any ideas.
Fiona Gallagher: What if he shows remorse?
Carl Gallagher: What's that?
Fiona Gallagher: It means you say you're sorry!
Carl Gallagher: [smirks] I'm not.
Debbie Gallagher: That's right. NO ONE FUCKS WITH A GALLAGHER!
Sheila Jackson: They're having a party for kids across the street. No booze.
Frank Gallagher: [smiles] What's the point?
Veronica Fisher: [while giving birth] OB? I need to make an appointment with a vet. I'm havin' a damn litter!
Frank Gallagher: [shouting while walking around the Chicago waterfront and drinking a beer] I'M *ALIVE,* MOTHERFUCKER!