[Frank is smoking drugs with a homeless man watching Steve and Debbie coaching Carl's junior gridiron football with Estefania on the phone]
Walked in on my mother and my sixth-grade teacher having sex once. That'll teach you not to play hooky. My mother's nipples were the size of sand dollars. She was on top, riding him. He's underneath, bucking like a horse who knows it's headed for the glue factory. She didn't even tell me to leave the room.
Tell Fiona you're coaching, Jimmy?
Don't you tell her everything for me?
Family first. Those of us with only one name find that easy to remember. Haven't told her about this, because I wasn't sure you were going to show up.
You know, I'm just trying to give back to the community, help some disadvantaged kids learn a great American sport.
EEstefania
[In Portuguese] He's said he's coaching football but no one is using their feet.
Yo. When do we get to tackle?
Soon. Take a knee. All right, boys. Football is all about who wants it more. When you tackle, aim low, hit hard! Who thinks they're man enough to take me down? Huh?
We're just... we're doing a walk-through. Okay? [Carl tackles Steve to the ground] Clean hit. I like it. [All boys laugh]
Oh... [sighs] I wish I'd had a girl coach. I'd totally tap that.
HMHomeless man
Yeah. I love long hair.
No, no, no. The one with the little brunette pixieish cut. Like a 1963 brunette Mia Farrow. No titties, all ass. Just sit and spin her all night long. Heaven.
HMHomeless man
I- I think that's a dude.
FPFather Pete
[Wheels in paralytic man] Sheila, Ruben.
FPFather Pete
Got shot by his pimp, infection in his spine.
FPFather Pete
He can't hear you. Deaf since birth. That's why he started sucking a crack pipe. I'm proud to say young Ruben's come to see the Lord... does not accept excuses in exchange for first-class transportation upstairs. Heh. Been clean a year now.
Father, just a moment please?
FPFather Pete
Of course. He came to us three years ago during one of our... winter nights for the homeless.
FPFather Pete
Hung on a lot longer than any of us expected. Saints be praised.
FPFather Pete
We just can't afford to keep him. State cutbacks. You'll receive $50 a clay for food and whatever else he needs... but let's just say I'm not going to be making any surprise visits. Heh, heh.
Father, I've... I've done a terrible thing. I don't recognize myself anymore. When I look in the mirror, it's like another person is staring back at me... and I'm just- I'm lost.
FPFather Pete
Your purpose in life was to build a happy family, and you achieved that. And now, your husband's passed and your daughter's ready to fly the nest. But you're still needed. This is your purpose now.
Hi, Ruben! I'm Sheila! Okay. Great. Yeah, this will be great. Hey, sweetheart, is everything okay?
...
Anthony Bourdain? Sanjay Gupta? Nancy Grace. There's gotta be a missing white girl somewhere. Aw, Ruben, I'm trying. No? You don't want TV, you don't eat. Do you have a wish? Before you go? Anything I can get you? Yeah? Oh. Oh, I don't- I'm not sure what you mean. Oh.
[Comes in with groceries] Milk. Eggs.
Hey, bro. He can't hear you.
Is it getting cold out there?
[Ruben starts signing to Jody] Hey, I- uh... Okay, I'll tell her. I spent the past few months learning baby sign language. He says he hates créme brulée. It gives him the runs.
Oh. I noticed that. Is there anything he does like? What do you wanna eat?
Know how to make cake? Strawberry shortcake.
No, he says, "Fuck that. " Vanilla cake with a shitload of Grand Marnier. Hey, you need to watch your language, bro. Uh, there's one more thing before he kicks it. Uh... Want to fuck. Hey! Out of line, bro. That's a lady right there.
He's sorry. He'll settle for something else.
[To Fiona] So you know Monica spent all the squirrel-fund money? I wouldn't have even had the cash to bail her out... if I didn't return a bunch of dolls I found in Debbie's room. The first rule you learn in this house, you hide the goddamn money.
Look at this place. The sofa is in the kitchen. For fuck's sake, she tried to get Ian to enlist.
What did you think was gonna happen, Fiona?!
Thought it might be different this time.
Well, how'd that Kool-Aid taste going down?!
Where is she?! [Goes to bedroom to find Monica on bed totally paralyzed from guilt] You could've gotten Carl killed! You tried to get Ian into the Army?! You promised me! [Pulls off bed sheets] Get out of bed! Get out of bed, Mom!
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MMarco
[In a cargo crate in a shipping terminal] Get me out of here! Please! Help! Help!
