PTSDee

Mac:Jesus Christ, Frank, you just killed a kid!

Frank:Eh.

Frank:Now, is he blowing someone? What is happening?

Charlie:three straight days... No. No, they've just been wandering around the bar, blowing kids, doing whatever they're doing

Dennis:No. No, they've just been wandering around the bar, blowing kids, doing whatever they're doing, you know?

Frank:A what... a charming taint man? What words is she trying to say?

Frank:Well, then say G.I. Joe, don't make up a name.

Dee:we had this really amazing connection and the sex was so meaningful, both of us wept tears of joy.

Dennis:Makes me want to throw up.

Dennis:I think the guy's coming by because you stole his watch.

Dee:Just diving straight into that, huh?

Mike:What's become of me? all I do is I strip all night, I play video games all day, I have meaningless sex with strangers. My own daughter won't even talk to me

Mike:And that's why I was crying.

Dee:Oh.

Mike:Right, yeah. Yeah. But don't-don't take it personally.

Mike:Um... I don't remember your name.

Dee:Rock bottom? Me? how about when your daughter stopped talking to you... Maybe that was your rock bottom, okay? I'm not rock bottom. You know what I am? I'm a rock.

Dee:Rock bottom? Me? Uh, hey, buddy, how about when your daughter stopped talking to you... Maybe that was your rock bottom, okay?

Cricket:Hey-o! You guys mind if I shower in that leaky urinal again?

Dee:Well, that... Don't count that. That's not a good example.

Mac:Goddamn it, Frank, you shot a woman.

Dennis:you were raised by a woman who was basically a prostitute.

stripper guy is traumatized because he gets to take his clothes off in front of a bunch of horny ladies.

Dennis:what happened with you... with Ms. Klinsky, the librarian. I mean, you were raped.

Charlie:A woman can't rape a guy.

Dennis:I need you to get my back.

Charlie:Oh, uh, you want me to strip with you?

Dennis:Oh, oh, no, no, no, no, no. I just literally need you to have a look at my back

Mac:No! Baba! Mother!

Mac:Dad?! What are you doing here? Guess we... won't be having that catch after all.

Mac's Dad:you killed me, son. I... love...

Mac:Dad, who do you love? Wait. Dad, who do you love? No, Dad! No!

Dennis:stuff it down with brown. That's the best way to deal with things.

Charlie:I'm so sorry I cut your back so many times, man. I was nervous, dude. I've never, like, cut such a muscular back.

Dennis:Who do girls want to have sex with more than anybody else?

Charlie:Jugglers.

Dennis:They want to have sex with their dads.

Strip Club Manager:Are you gonna stand out here and talk like little bitches, or are you gonna come inside and take your dicks out for money?

Frank:I did shoot a couple of dinks who tried to jack some sneakers off the factory floor. No big deal. I don't feel nothing about it.

Dee:Hello. I'm Dee. I'm a rock.

Frank:Mac's being a pussy! He doesn't want to fight anymore! How do I get him to stop thinking of them as real people?

Mac's Dad:'Cause I'm gonna kill you, son.

Mac:Oh. Oh, no!

Dennis:We're gonna win this war.

Mac:What war?

Dennis:The war on women! Women, man!

Dennis:Of course I knew it was you. Who else does accents so poorly?

Dee:uh, yeah, is youse Daddy and the Boy?

Charlie:Well, yeah, that-that is true.

Dee:Well, I've got a party for you.

Dennis:Is that made of cheese?

Charlie:Yeah, yeah.

Dennis:Why did you make a cheese lollipop?

Charlie:It stinks.

Dennis:Oh, God. There's nothing sexy about cheese. Put it away.

Cricket:This is, uh... They took out the kidney, actually, from the fron... A Chinaman. And he did not know how to do it, I'll tell you that much.

Dennis:Hey, Boy, let's have a catch.

Charlie:Over here, Pop.

Charlie:I love you, Dad!

Dennis:I love you, too, son.

This is not sexy! Just take something off! You know, you take something off!

Dennis:you might want to check your programs 'cause I'm bad dad now. I'll take you to your goddamn room. I'll bend you over my knee.

Janie:Dad? Oh, Janie? Your cock was in my face! Oh, God, I didn't mean to! You're disgusting! My finger touched your asshole!

Dee:I got you! I got you. I'm your rock bottom? I'm your rock... That's your rock bottom, sticking your dick in your daughter's face, you son of a bitch.

Dennis:Wow, Dee, that was dark. That's like the darkest thing you've ever done.

Dennis:Let's just, uh... let's just get drunk. Let's not talk about trauma. Or deal with any of that shit. stuff it down with some brown.