Carl: Take your meds yet?
Carl: Going to be a stressful day.
Ian: Got it.
Liam: Father Pete marrying you?
Ian: Father Pete's Catholic. Pope won't let him marry gay people.
Liam: But Father Pete's gay. Lives in the rectory with the organist with the nipple ring.
Carl: Wait, the organist at Saint Sebastian's got a nipple ring?
Liam: Mickey's the bride?
Ian: Nope, groom.
Liam: So, you're the bride.
Ian: No, also a groom.
Liam: Who's wearing the white tux?
Liam: You get them anything for the wedding?
Carl: Yeah, edible boxers.
Carl: How much do these tuxes cost?
Ian: Mickey rented them at some fancy place downtown.
Carl: Where's Mickey getting all the money for this?
Ian: Savings, he says.
Liam: Hmm. Savings?
Terry: Mickey's not marrying that ginger fuck today.
[Church of Gay Jesus members sing.]
Terry: Oh, what the hell? Fuckin' hippie homos.
Terry's Friend: Jesus, look at all these lesbos.
Terry: And fairies. Kumbaya, bitch!
[Terry exits the car and waves a gun. Everyone chants at him. He gets back in the car.]
Man: What do you want me to do?
Terry: Drive, fuckhead. I can't shoot 'em all.
Fiona: I feel like I got a second chance.
V: So, what now?
Brad: How are you doing, Tammi?
Tammi: None of your fucking business, Brad.
Lip: Any ideas?
Fiona: We can't like drug him and dump him under a bridge.
Carl: Why not?
Take care of them for me, will ya?Fiona
Time to leave this little rat crap behind you and get on with being an adult.Lawyer
Lip: You're strong.
Fiona: Are you sure?