This is what you missed last week on Shameless.
My baby! Aah!
-True love. -Hey, hot stuff.
IAN: What do you do? -Real Estate. I live in Miami.
[BOTH GRUNT]
-I kicked Lip out. -Where'd he go?
All right if I stay over?
DEBBIE: Was it weird seeing Jimmy?
-Who's Jimmy? -Jimmy is Steve.
Holy shit. I'm gonna see the little guy on Friday?
Yeah, for like a second.
Christ almighty, this cocksucker's killing me.
KATE: When they're good, they're good. FRANK: You're the only one...
...who truly understands me.
Is something wrong? She hasn't gotten out of bed in days.
IAN: Mom's bipolar, Debs. -Time for you to go back on your meds?
KEVIN: Holy fuck. CARL: What happened?
DEBBIE: Mommy. FIONA: There's been an accident.
-She's bleeding badly. JIMMY: You with me?
We're good, stay with me.
-How is she? -Stable. You should go home.
-Lip just called. -He's coming?
-Karen's having a baby. -Holy fuck.
It's coming. It's coming!
[ALL CHEERING]
-What's wrong with him? -He has Down syndrome, Debs.
-What the fuck, Karen? -I never said it was your baby.
SHEILA: I got the baby. I got the baby. JODY: Come on, come on.
[BOTH WHOOP]
Okay, baby!
FRANK: Monica!
Monica?
Monica!
Monica Jean Gallagher!
Monica!
Oh, God. Oh, shit.
[GRUNTS]
GUARD: Hey! -Oh, God.
Jesus, the Schutzstaffel.
GUARD: Hey! What the hell you doing?
FRANK: You stole my wife.
GUARD: What?
FRANK: You stole my wife and I want her back.
Visiting hours are 9 to 4. Wanna see her, come back then.
-Come out, Monica! -Hey! Get out of here.
Monica, come home! I love you!
I'll never leave you!
Never.
SHEILA: You're an angel.
A blessing. My little kung pao blessing.
Hmm. Gotta figure out how to get this security thing off.
What a big, beautiful, panda-pooh-bear boy you are.
[SHEILA GASPS]
Oh, look. He's still got his little dingy-ding skin.
-Should we get him circumcised? -Hell, no, let that extra derma ride.
Oh. He needs a name. What about Hiram, for my father?
Are you a Hymie?
Hmm. Think they can track this, like a baby LoJack?
Are you a little Hymie? A Hymie-wymie?
Name should be something Chinese.
-Keep him connected to his people. -Hmm.
Chinese. Chen? Chan? Chang? Wing? Wang? Woo?
Huh. It's tight. I don't wanna slip and cut his leg off.
Well, you could clip his ankle bracelet and his foreskin at the same time.
Hey, my friend Cindy went back to work, has to pump.
For a 5, I bet she'd hook us up with some breast milk.
Oh.
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
[POLICE CAR APPROACHING]
[POLICE CAR RETREATING]
[SIGHS]
They're gonna be looking. We need to hide him.
The attic? Like that movie about the Hebrew girl?
JODY: It gets cold in the winter.
-What about the basement? -No, first place they'll look, sweetie.
Dryer?
-Just can't forget he's in there. -Right.
[LOCK BEEPS]
I'll clear the table.
Debs, bedtime.
[CRYING]
Fuck.
[SIGHS]
Jesus, these poor kids.
Don't worry, they were already pretty fucked up.
I mean....
[LAUGHS]
[FIONA CLEARS THROAT]
MAN: Breathe. -You're doing great.
You gonna be all right?
[JIMMY SIGHS]
Fiona--
DEBBIE: Fiona?
-Yeah, come on in. DEBBIE: You awake?
Yeah.
[DEBBIE CRYING]
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's gonna be okay. Shh.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[WOMAN LAUGHING OUTSIDE]
Hey.
Hi.
Somebody stole the baby.
They think it was my mom.
Jesus.
-They call the police? -She probably freaked out like always.
I'm gonna get it back.
Maybe you should let your mom keep him for a while.
At least till you're sure you're not gonna change your mind.
-I'm not gonna change my mind. -You don't know that. You could really--
I don't want that fucking thing anywhere near me, okay?
Go ask somebody when I can get the hell out of here.
I wanna hit Wendy's before they stop serving breakfast.
[LIAM BABBLING DOWNSTAIRS]
JIMMY: Morning.
-Kids still sleeping? -Uh, yeah.
-Hmm. Turkey and eggs? -With mashed potato pancakes...
-...and cranberry jelly. JIMMY: Hmm.
You back to being a legal resident around here, Steve?
Jimmy. His name's Jimmy now.
Steve was an alias he used to lie to me about who he really was.
-Ooh, not cool, Jimmy-Steve. -Eggs?
IAN: To go.
I changed my name. I was stealing cars.
I didn't want anyone to be able to track me down.
-It didn't have anything to do with you. -Yeah.
I wanna meet your family.
-Oh, no, you don't. -Heh.
-Yes, I do. -They're miserable people.
-Nasty, egomaniacal shitheads. FIONA: All of them?
My mom's okay when she's knocked back enough Chardonnay.
-How many of you are there? JIMMY: Uh, Mom, Dad...
...shithead superstar, older brother Chip, shithead superstar-in-training.
-Can't wait to meet them. JIMMY: You're gonna be disappointed.
Wouldn't be the first time someone's disappointed me.
JIMMY: Okay.
[DOOR BUZZES]
You look beautiful. Ha, ha.
Liar.
FRANK: Mm.
So you in okay care here?
Good drugs?
You need anything? Cigarettes, shampoo, hacksaw?
Clothes. Mine are a mess.
I'll bring by some stuff.
I really screwed up Thanksgiving.
No, it was no big deal.
The kids?
I must have scared the shit out of them.
They're good. We, uh, talked it out last night...
...and I tucked them in, they're fine today.
You didn't tuck them in.
I read books to them, the little ones anyway.
You'll be out soon, you'll see for yourself.
-Not soon. -Seventy-two hours.
You already got 15 under your belt.
I signed myself in for 60 more days.
-Voluntary commitment. -Well, tell them you changed your mind.
I can't. That's part of the deal.
Frank, I gotta get myself normal.
I can't keep doing this to them.
You're just a little blue. It happens to everyone every now and again.
[MONICA WHIMPERS]
I can take care of you at home.
-No, you can't-- -I love you.
You belong with us.
Frank.
[MONICA STAMMERS]
I'm where I need to be, okay?
I gotta go.
I got group. Um....
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Can I borrow a cup of cocaine?
-All out. -Coffee?
How are the little ones this morning?
After seeing their mother slit her wrists? Traumatized.
Has to be support groups for kids who've seen shit like that.
Yeah, in maximum-security prisons...
...after they've mowed down half their classmates.
You let Steve spend the night?
-You mean Jimmy? -Fuck that. I'm calling him Steve.
-Hmm. I sent him out on a quest. -Mm.
Making him re-win the heart of the virgin?
[LIAM BABBLES]
Christ, V, I can't let him back into this madness.
Isn't that his choice?
He thinks he wants it now, but just wait a year, two...
...when I have one in the oven and Frank throws up in our bed.
Or Monica tries to hang herself in a closet with an old shoelace.
He's a big boy, he can make his own decisions.
FIONA: Hey, Carl.
-You sleep okay? -What do you think?
FIONA: You hungry?
-Let me make you a sandwich. CARL: Okay.
Disability check doesn't come for another week.
Went to visit your mother in the hospital.
-We have to get her out of there. -Best place for her.
-She's fragile. -She's broken.
FRANK: They wanna make her normal. -They wanna help her.
By which they mean average, boring, medicated.
-A Stepford Monica. -She tried to kill herself.
Boring would be a blessing.
-They perform lobotomies now. -No, they don't.
-Shock treatment. -No.
I think they do. Princess Leia did it.
One hundred thousand volts of electricity zapped into her skull.
Draws so much power, it takes out entire city blocks.
When our lights dim, some poor fucker's getting his brains fried.
-Don't listen to him. Eat your breakfast. -What's a lobotomy?
They jam a screwdriver into your head, scramble your brains.
-No, they don't. Jesus, Frank. FRANK: Yeah, they do.
They're gonna put Mom on her meds, make her better.
She's not better on her meds.
She's a zombie. She gives up everything she loves in life.
Yeah, like what? Drugs, alcohol, you?
Us.
I'm gonna bust her out before they steal what makes Monica Monica.
-You with me? -Leave her alone.
She needs a chance to get well.
Somebody can steal what makes you you?
-No. -Carl?
-He's not helping you either. -Can I bring my pistol?
Leave him out of this. Pistol's going to the cops.
-Where's your sister? -Shower.
-Leave Debbie alone, Frank. FRANK: No.
Monica will be better when she comes out of the hospital.
-I passed. VERONICA: What?
The GED, I passed.
[DEBBIE GASPS]
Daddy. Daddy, you're supposed to knock.
Do you love your mother?
Cindy says they make this thing for women who can't produce milk.
You hang this doohickey around your neck...
...and then tape these...
...right over your nipples.
And the baby can still breast-feed.
It's okay, honey, I can do it.
No, it's important for both of us to bond with him.
Okay.
There, sweet boy.
Whoa. Oh. Ha, ha.
Whoa. Ha, ha. Whoa.
Ha-ha-ha. Now I know what all the fuss is about.
[DOORKNOB RATTLES & SHEILA GASPS]
Someone's here.
Mom?
Sweetie!
My goodness, home already?
Did the hospital let you leave?
Where is it?
They usually like to keep you for at least a day.
-Where is it, Mom? -Where's what, honey?
It. The baby that shoved its ginormous head out of my cooter...
...for six endless hours last night.
Oh, my, did they lose it?
They showed me the video footage of you taking it.
-Oh. That baby. -They were gonna call the police...
...but I said no.
Where is it?
-Now, Mom. -In the dryer.
-Take it out. -I think he's napping.
Take it out. I don't wanna touch it.
You're leaking.
[JODY SIGHS]
-Isn't he beautiful? -Take it back to the hospital.
-Somebody will want it. -I want it.
Well, you can't have it.
He's such a sweet boy.
He never cries.
He's so handsome.
We want to name him Hiram, after your grandfather.
Or maybe Ming, to keep him wired into his Chinese-ness.
Shut up, Jody.
It's going back.
Karen, please don't do this.
They'll give it to the retarded-freaks home or whatever.
He's my grandson.
I won't let you throw him away like used Kleenex.
You know, Karen, your mom might be right.
Maybe she should keep him for a while.
Who knows what Social Services is gonna do with him?
Butt out, Lip. What are you even doing here?
He's not even yours. This is none of your goddamn business.
At least call Tim Wong or whoever the father is and tell him--
Get out!
You dodged a fucking RPG getting tossed over by this one.
Don't I know it, man.
Take it back to the hospital.
What if they won't take it?
Drop it in a basket, leave it at the fire station. I don't give a shit.
SHEILA: No.
-No. -Yes!
He is staying with me.
Fine.
Then I'm calling the police.
-Lip here? -Lip!
It's your sister.
[LIP CLEARS THROAT]
FIONA: So....
How'd you find me?
Jimmy.
-How's Karen? -Girl's a fucking bitch.
My cousin was born with a foot coming out of his knee.
Now he's a blacksmith.
Only one who can pump the bellows without using his hands.
I passed my GED.
-Don't look so surprised. LIP: Hey, I'm not. That's, um--
That's great.
So a deal's a deal.
Uh-uh, too late. Spilt milk.
I passed, you go back to school.
-All water under the bridge. -Knock off the clichés.
Road not taken.
I want you home, Lip.
We all do.
All right.
FRANK: It's cold water and sleep deprivation.
Make you stand all day with electrodes tied to your genitals.
Think you're mistaking Cook County for Abi Grabie.
-Abu Gradie. -Abu Ghraib.
Did a tour with the Guard. Basra.
They don't do any of that, Frank.
I was in there last year after my accidental overdose.
Accidental? You set yourself on fire freebasing.
It was mostly us sitting in a circle in a group...
...talking about how your family screwed you up.
Monica talking about Frank? That ought to take a while.
[TOMMY CHUCKLES]
Frank, you got any cash? Moola? Green?
FRANK: I gotta spring her out of there.
She's the yin to my yang.
She's the Scotch in my soda.
We are Fred and Ginger, John and Yoko, Mickey and Minnie.
-More like Siegfried and Roy. -Adolf and Eva.
-Yeah. TOMMY & SALLY: Ha-ha-ha.
Your boy still working nights at the hospital, Tommy?
Support services technician, yeah.
Support services? I thought he was a janitor.
A job's a job. At least Pat's got one.
What time does Patty go to work?
-We're on for tonight. -What's tonight?
Dinner with my family. You asked, you got it.
FIONA: Are they coming here?
Uh, no, Dad hasn't been south of the Art Institute Gala...
...since Billy Joel played Comiskey Park in '84.
-Going to their house for dinner? -Nope. Mom would have to...
...have you deloused first. She's a germaphobe.
Want an almond out of a dish, you wear surgical gloves and use tongs.
I met your mom. She's cool.
-You met his mom? -Candace.
A little heavy on the Botox and Chanel No. 5, but nice.
-So where are we meeting? JIMMY: Morton's, downtown.
Dad has a wine locker there. Little brass plaque with his name on it.
-Everybody invited? JIMMY: Yep.
Dad's buying, so order the most expensive thing.
-Prime rib? -Sure.
-Bone-in porterhouse steak? -Anything you want.
-What do you say, Debs, free meal? -No can do, Jim. Busy.
-Doing what? -Sleeping over at Holly Herkimier's.
Don't do anything she does.
Big-ass lobster?
Oh. You bet.
[MAN & WOMAN SPEAK INDISTINCTLY]
[DOOR BUZZES]
[SIGHS]
Jesus Christ.
Don't you ever hose these things out?
-Smells worse than a dead hooker's ass. -Keep your voice down.
Easy, cowboy. That orange one's for experts only.
Hey. You do get caught, you never heard of me, all right?
-You doing good in there, pumpkin? -Mm-hm. A-okay, Daddy.
[SIREN WAILING]
-Cops. -Aah!
JODY: Come on, Mom, hurry up. -I'm hurrying. Okay.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Police are here, Mom.
TONY: Hello, Mrs. Jackson. SHEILA: Hey.
Tony, how's your mom?
The diabetes still giving her fits?
Yes, ma'am. Lost two toes over the summer, but she's hanging tough.
Well, she'd have to be, all those years skating with the Ice Capades.
[KAREN CLEARS THROAT]
Um....
We got a call about a kidnapping.
Huh.
Mom and Jody stole my baby from the hospital.
You had your baby? Ha, ha. Congratulations.
Thanks. It was a fucking horror show, but I finally had the damn thing.
They stole it, and I want you to take it back.
You don't wanna keep the baby?
It's retarded.
I want it to go back so they can give it away...
...to the Down syndrome-baby do-gooders or the county or whatever.
Correct term for Down's kids is "developmentally delayed."
Well, my baby was stolen by my mom...
...and her developmentally delayed boyfriend.
-He's not my boyfriend. -I'm not?
Uh, Mrs. Jackson, did you take your daughter's baby?
Heh. Baby? What baby?
[BABY COOING]
Ma'am, is the baby in the laundry basket?
Yes.
Give it to the cop, Mom.
SHEILA: Karen, please don't do this. OLLIE: Oh, man.
Look how handsome you are. Yes, you are. Yes, you are.
Give it to the damn cop, Mom.
So this is your mother, and she wants to take care of the baby?
-Yes, but I don't want it here. OLLIE: Oh.
And you want a total stranger to take him...
...or the State of Illinois to be responsible for him...
...on the taxpayers' dime?
You hungry? I'm thinking Thai.
-Yeah. -That's it? You're just gonna leave?
Nice seeing you, Mrs. Jackson. I'll tell Mom you asked after her.
It's either me or that baby, Mom.
Your choice.
-This must be the place. -Can I get out? It's hot in here.
-No. DEBBIE [IN MUFFLED VOICE]: Ow.
[WHISPERING] Monica? Monica?
I can be if you want me to be.
FRANK: Uh....
[FRANK GRUNTS]
Jesus.
Monica? Monica?
Monica?
[TOILET FLUSHES]
-[IN NORMAL VOICE] Kermit? -Frank?
-What did you do to your head? -Oh, um, my therapy.
It calms my nerves.
You let them zap your head?
-Helps with my seizures. -Jesus.
Try it before you knock it, Frank. Very restful.
Have you seen Monica around?
Yeah, um, across the hall on your left.
FRANK [WHISPERING]: Monica?
Monica.
Hey, Monica.
-Frank. -I came to get you out.
I told you, I don't want out.
JILL: Why'd you stop?
Did you come?
Um....
Frank, this is Jill.
Jill, this is my husband, Frank.
[JILL LAUGHS]
Oops.
Mom?
[MONICA SIGHS]
CARL: Fiona, Fiona, look. Hey. Rawr.
-Boys. -Ha, ha.
Sorry, we don't let him out of his cage very often. Carl.
Get over here.
So, Jim, what have you been up to?
Finding new and creative ways to underachieve?
Traveling around South America.
Are you still handling all the hemorrhoidectomies for Dad?
Chip joined Dad's practice after his surgical residency.
-Following in the great man's footsteps. -You get to cut into people?
Awesome.
-He take you skiing yet? -Uh, no.
My only talent involving snow is knowing how to shovel the walk...
...without disturbing my father sleeping on it.
And Carl's pretty good at peeing in it as well.
What was the name of that girl that he took to St. Moritz on New Year's?
Chrissie? Lizzie? Something with an I-E.
-I was 17. -Took a girl to Europe in high school?
Dad offered a ticket.
He drags her all the way to the Alps...
...then leaves her in the hotel room, sitting there...
...for some French girl he met on the gondola.
-Chip, leave your brother alone. -Two things you can count on:
-Mom's favoritism for her youngest-- CANDACE: Not true.
My brother thinks of me as the runt that didn't punch back.
And her youngest's quick and stealthy exit...
...after he weasels her out of another 10 grand.
I was hoping to milk her for another 20 this time.
With a name like Chip, you'd think you'd wanna defy the stereotype.
-Fiona, don't. It's fine. -No, it's not.
[JIMMY SIGHS]
Well, sorry to be late.
Whipple on a stage-four patient.
So you are the mysterious Fiona.
And these are Fiona's brothers, Carl and Ian.
Well, nice to meet you, Ian.
-Have we ordered? -Excuse me. Bathroom.
WAITER: And your drink, sir. -Thank you.
Ah, you know, I gotta wash my hands.
I'll have the iceberg-lettuce salad and the sea bass, okay?
Double-cut 48-ounce prime rib, medium rare...
...and the 2-pound Maine lobster, please.
LLOYD: Hey.
Do they know you're gay?
Heh. I'm not gay.
Really?
What's this, then?
Honestly?
Anything that walks. That's me.
Jesus, Moni, another lady?
[MONICA SIGHS]
You know. I get lonely.
-Do you love her? -I just met her.
-What are you doing here? -We came to break you out.
I told you, I don't want out.
-Oh, hell, I do. -No one's offering, Jill.
Why did you have to drag Debbie into this?
I didn't think you'd come if it was just me.
[MONICA SIGHS]
What is she in for?
Psych evaluation to see if I'm competent to stand trial.
What'd you do?
Shot my husband, 26 times.
Jesus. What'd you use, an AK?
Pistol.
I reloaded, twice.
[JILL LAUGHING]
Moni, we want you with us. The kids need you. I need you.
-Does it hurt? -No.
I'm okay.
I'm sorry you had to see that, honey.
I was just so low, you know?
-Mm-hm. Yeah. -But I'm okay now.
Mm-hm.
So...
...what's this grand plan you had for busting us out?
Go.
Whoa.
-That's short. -Hmm.
That's a long way down.
FRANK: Could tie sheets to the end. -What?
Hey, it's only two stories down to the roof outside the ladies' john.
Want me to go pick up Liam?
V will be okay keeping him overnight.
Great restaurant, Jimmy. Check out this cool knife I stole.
-That's going back. -Eh, they won't miss it.
They got tons of them.
Give me that. Bed. Now.
CARL: Hey, nobody touch my leftover lobster.
I wanna put it in my cinnamon toaster waffle in the morning.
-Hey, Fiona. -Hmm?
IAN: Jimmy's dad, Lloyd, he, uh--
[TOILET FLUSHES]
Good night.
Night.
What?
I love you.
Are you gonna leave?
No.
Everybody always leaves.
I won't.
[BOTH LAUGH]
[JIMMY & FIONA LAUGHING]
[DOORBELL RINGING & DOOR BANGING]
WOMAN: Stevie! FIONA: What the fuck is that?
WOMAN: Steve. Steve.
JIMMY: Estefania. Hey.
[ESTEFANIA SOBBING]
JIMMY: Hey, hey, hey, Estefania.
Estefania. Calm down.
-Calm down. -What the hell happened?
Marco. Marco.
Wait, Marco did this to you?
-He hit you? -Did Marco hit you?
He my husband. Help me, please?
Please, help me.
Please.
What are you doing?
I couldn't sleep, needed a smoke.
You don't have to do it out here.
With Dad home, the whole house is an ashtray.
Christ, it's freezing.
Karen?
Yeah.
Maybe. I don't know.
I don't get how you have a kid and not give a shit what happens to it.
Retarded, two heads, no face, whatever, it's still you.
No face?
Yeah, well, maybe it would have to have a face.
You should go home.
What, are you kicking me out?
Get your ass back in the house and stop thinking so much.
You wanna fuck again?
I'm only gonna be up a couple more minutes.
[LIP SIGHS]
FRANK: Easy.
[MAN 1 SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Hey, pal. Hey, buddy.
-Pal. Got a light? -When you gonna give those up?
-They're gonna kill you. -I know. I'm gonna try hypnosis next.
Uh, no, I don't. No. Sorry.
Where's your ID badge?
Oh. Left it in my locker.
-Shift's not over. -Left my inhaler...
[COUGHS]
...in the car. Tuberculosis and asthma. Horrible.
MAN 2 [OVER RADIO]: Chuck, we got trouble on 7, psych unit.
Hey, roger that.
Gotta keep your ID badge visible at all times on hospital grounds.
[COUGHING]
Debbie, get in the car.
Debbie, get in the car. Get in the car.
Debs, get in the car. Get in the car.
Bye, Debbie.
I love you, Debbie!
Debbie, I love you!
She said we're better off without her.
[DEBBIE SOBS]
[ALL CHATTERING]
MAN: You will have two hours for this exam.
This is multiple choice.
If you change an answer, be sure to fully erase your first answer...
...and clearly circle your second.
I am not--
I am not a mind reader.
If you do not know an answer, move on and come back to--
Where you going?
KAREN: Anywhere far the fuck away from here.
Hey, I went back to school today. Took the AP Physics final.
You haven't even been going to class.
Yeah, I read the book a couple of years ago.
This is it, Mom.
Last chance.
I'm not kidding, I'm gone.
It's me or the baby. Decide.
Please don't do this.
Me or the baby?
The baby, sweetheart.
Karen.
Karen!
You know, you're gonna regret this.
[AIRSOFT GUNS POPPING]
JIMMY: Better run. I'm gonna get you. CARL: Oh. Wait.
[CARL LAUGHS]
JIMMY: Hey. You can't do that.
Hey.
[AIRSOFT GUNS POPPING]
Ow, ow, ow.
-You said these didn't hurt. CARL: I lied.
[AIRSOFT GUN POPS]
IAN: Ow. Dude, knock it off.
Carl's having an airsoft war with Jimmy.
They're gonna put a dent in the TV. Again.
Outside. I told you both twice already.
-Turkey? FIONA: Get used to it.
That and Carl's Morton leftovers are gonna tide us over the next two weeks.
Listen, I kind of need to talk to you about something.
[ESTEFANIA SPEAKING IN PORTUGUESE]
Don't worry about her, doesn't speak English.
-She's living here now? -Good Lord, I hope not.
You know Jimmy's dad, Lloyd? I, uh, think we kind of--
Oh, Jesus. We're broke, Frank.
I haven't hidden money in there since you cleaned us out last May.
Where is it?
FIONA: There is no money.
Whoa, no. Those are mine.
FIONA: Come on, let him go, Ian. -No, put it back.
-Why, you fucking-- FIONA: Hey, no.
FRANK: No. You can't make me-- FIONA: Hey. Watch it. Hey.
[IAN YELLS]
-That's it. Fucking stop it. Knock it off. -You bitch!
[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
FIONA: Get away from him.
[ESTEFANIA YELLS]
[IN PORTUGUESE]
[SPEAKS IN PORTUGUESE]
[FAMILY CHATTERING INSIDE]
-Lip. LIP: Hey.
What the hell is this?
LIP: Whoop! Whee!
[LIP LAUGHS]
I can't again.
-I gotta sleep. -Mm-hm.
Kids have school in the morning.
I wanna find a shoebox for Debbie's art project...
...and Carl hasn't done his spelling.
Uh-huh.
[CHUCKLES]
Carl's class is having a bake sale. I gotta make cookies.
Cookies, right.
Mm.
And Liam has to go to the clinic...
...for his next set of....
Oh, screw it, get up here.
[IN ENGLISH] Lip.
I so cold.
You hot?
Okay.
Sure.
Oh.
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What--?
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