Ian Gallagher: You're not trying to look at my d*ck, are you?
Jimmy/Steve: No, no, I'm not. I'm not even thinking about your d*ck... in my dad's mouth. I'm not.
Ian Gallagher: Good, then don't.
Jimmy/Steve: Yep. Not.
Carl Gallagher: Ian's d*ck was in your dad's mouth?
Jimmy/Steve: It's a figure of speech. It's like saying, "none of your business."
Jimmy/Steve: It's the whole "my dad is gay for your brother" thing. It's like on a film loop in my brain. Ian's c*ck, my dad's mouth-- in, out, in, out.
Fiona Gallagher: It's just sex. He's still the same person.
Jimmy/Steve: But is he? Because I'm rethinking everything I even thought about him. Like in high school when my friends came over, was he checking out their a**es? Or that guy, Uncle Rick-- his racquetball partner with the feathered hair?
Kevin Ball: You have any idea what time it is?
Steve: It's Frank. He's...
Veronica Fisher: Yo.
Kevin Ball: Frank, what did I tell you?!
Frank Gallagher: Here we go. Neighbors of Satan.
Kevin Ball: The day you start paying rent around here, Frank, like the rest of us, you can play whatever shit you want. But if you're gonna pump up this time of night, you're gonna pump out the stuff that we like, okay?