[Lip and Karen are walking down the street]
An hour and 54 minutes. Now, that's a record.
Yes. Now all we have to do is figure out how I can go back the same day and take it again for another kid. [Mickey and two goons walk up to them] Uh-oh.
Mickey
Hey, yo.
He probably just wants to ask me out again.
If you like the smell of cow shit.
Mickey
Got a B-plus on that paper you wrote for me.
Spread the word. I could use the business. Heard they're letting Iggy out of juvie.
Mickey
My mom drove up to get him. Throwing a party for him this weekend.
He'll probably be back in before then, yeah?
Mickey
Ha, ha, probably. So Ian messed with Mandy.
Mickey
Yeah.
That's, uh, highly unlikely.
Mickey
That's what Mandy told us.
Trust me, you got the wrong guy.
Mickey
Right, the problem is that Ian's been avoiding us all day, and, uh, someone's gotta get a beatdown till we find him.
Mickey
Not really, though.
Well, maybe, uh, Mandy's confusing Ian with any one of the other 400 dudes in the 10th grade she's already blown. [Mickey jabs Lip in the gut with a pole who falls down and the other two goons join in stomping Lip]
[Ian and Mandy are waiting for Mickey outside a prison]
Here he comes. You know, you didn't have to come with me.
We live in a bad neighborhood.
Yeah, but we're related to the bad people in our bad neighborhood.
Mickey
The hell's he doing here?!
Hey, Mick. He thought I needed protection.
Mickey
Oh, yeah? Trust me, you may think you know my sister, but you don't know my sister until you've fought my sister.
She's protecting your ass.
You smell like barbecue sauce.
Mickey
Smell like what?! [Gets Mandy in a headlock]
Mickey
What did dad tell you?!
Mickey
Fuck the police?!
No titty twisters now that I'm a C cup! Ow!
Mickey
C cup? Bitch, you wish. [Turns to prison staff and yells generally waving both middle fingers] Hey, fuck you, fuck you, and especially fuck you.
All right, Jesus, let's get out of here before they throw you back in.
[Lip is serving community service picking up trash]
GGrizz
Why they got you doing this, man?
GGrizz
Hit a kid with a brick. Kinda broke his face.
Hey, how many hours you get for that?
Shit, man, I got 120. Least there's always someone with some weed.
GGrizz
Hey, got any weed?
Mickey
10 bucks a joint. [Sells him one]
GGrizz
See, what'd I tell you? [High-end vehicles pull up and clean-cut youths get out holding potted flowers] What's up with the geek squad? Is that the fucking cast of glee? Yeah. Looks like a bunch of do-gooders. More like a bunch of gonna get their ass kicked-ers.
[Ian finds Mickey sitting in an abandoned building who throws a chunk near Ian]
So is it true? You're getting married? So who is it? Is it Angie Zahgo Or some other piece of trash you screw so you can pretend I don't matter to you?
Mickey
[Ian breaks off a chunk and throws it near chunk Mickey] Hey, what the fuck, Gallagher?!
Oh, he speaks! [Mickey walks out of building ignoring him] So that's it! We're over?! Your dad beats the shit out of us, and you're just gonna get married, no conversation?! Nothing?! [Ian grabs Mickey who turns to him]
Mickey
Get the fuck off me!
Oh, you want to fag bash? That make you feel like a man? Come on. Go ahead! Do it! [Mickey punches Ian in the gut slumping down] You love me... And you're gay. Just admit it, just this once. Just fucking admit it. [Mickey punches Ian in the face falling down flat] You feel better now? You feel like a man?
Mickey
I feel better now.