Character: Carl Gallagher (Carl Gallagher)

- Are you sorry for, Carl?
- I made real stupid, I agree. I trust ***do a man's job. If you want to transport drugs again, go smarter.
- If you want to talk to me off the record, it's time to say it. Otherwise, you would be in juvie. Do you want to?
- Wrap it up, please.
I was hoping to hear otherwise.
- I even know that. Drop Your honor a couple of pounds, I'd might tap that.

How to apologize to a girl you passed on a deadly disease? Flowers?

Something wants to tell the other party? Client?
- Next time I know better to push drugs.

People pay for any bloodshed.

- I have something in the juice floats.
Is the pulp.
- We afford it?

- If you die, can your liver?
- I will not die.
- Will die if I will smother you with a pillow.

I hope you're sleeping and not making any sense.

- Your hands work?
- I would not like to brag.

- Called from the hospital, your cancer is gone.
- Will I live? Can we have a party?
- But first, dig up the dead junkie from the back yard.

- Come and get me.
- What for?
- I took a rifle, forced to brush their teeth after lunch and keep asking me how I was doing.

- Where's my knife?
- [pulls a knife out from under the sheets] Samurai sword mend, so...
- Why you need it?
- What if a zombie Apocalypse and you're gone, who will protect Debbie and Liam?

- What?
- I shave your head to the sun soaked, and it you were treated.

- How to understand that you're in love?
- When I want to rip his heart out and raskherachit him to a bloody pulp!

- How is it?
- No red cells - no.