Mac Finds His Pride

Frank:Shit. I just opened up the old cut.

Why didn't you open the door?

It wasn't locked.

Frank using Mac's sock and newspaper to stuff his wound

Frank:I drew the short straw, so here I am.

Frank:And, to be honest, now that you're gay, I get you even less.

Mac:Frank, you're a 75-year-old man with a face that looks like hamburger meat. I'm sure you're safe.

Frank:This is a much better spread than they have at the straight orgies.

Frank:Ooh, there must be some hot sauce on them wings. They're buffalo wings.

Frank:Mac, unzip this thing, so we can find out what it wants.

Frank:Why? Because I'm straight? No. Because you put your nose rags in the chicken.

Frank:Hey, how much I got to pay you to let my boy Mac here take you for a spin?

Leather Man:I'm not a prostitute.

Frank:You do this for fun?

Frank:I mean, one false move and these fairies could poke me full of holes.

Mac:'Fairies'? What year is it in your head?

Frank:When you came out to your father, did you come out as a top or a bottom? A boy or a girl?

Mac:You're gay and you're dancing with a hot chick who is God?

Mac:Yes.

Frank:The Catholics really fucked you up.

Frank's nose swelling and him trying to fix it with insulation

Luther:My cellmate ratted on me for having an extra pillow. I cut out his tongue with a rusty pair of pliers and fed it to the maggots.

Mac:Cool... Very cool.

Luther:My son... finally knocked someone up. I'm gonna be a grandfather.

Mac's Dad:My son... finally knocked someone up. I'm gonna be a grandfather.

Luther:I never really got you, you know? But now, I see that there's hope for you yet. Well, I-I mean, not with your life, but with the life of your son.

Luther:Hey, if it's not a boy, you flush that shit out and try again.

Mac:Yeah. Yeah, definitely. I'll flush that shit out, and you... I'm gonna give you a boy, Dad.

Frank:What the hell are you doing?

Dennis:What are you gonna have you, me, dancing on top of the gay float? No. No, no, the press'll murder us.

Frank:Allow me to introduce Paddy's top gay, a man everybody in the neighborhood knows, everybody loves. The gay that will rope in all the gays. Cricket.

Dennis:He looks like a monster, and you look like a monster. We're not trying to invite a bar full of monster men.

Charlie:Frank, it's 2018, and you're the only person who doesn't seem to understand gay culture.

Cricket:Lady, I'm not going anywhere until I see an Abraham Lincoln.

Here you go.

Cricket:What is this? Like, 73 cents. No. I-I said Abraham Lincoln.

Those are pennies.

Cricket:No, no, no, no. Lady, I'm not going anywhere until I see an Abraham Lincoln.

Cricket:Like, 73 cents. No. I-I said Abraham Lincoln.

Dennis:There's a bunch of Lincolns in there. Those are pennies.

Dennis:Frank, it's 2018, and you're the only person who doesn't seem to understand gay culture.

Frank:Sometimes you got to let the blood flow in order to start the healing. Some cuts you just can't plug up.

Frank:They think they're seeing a Blake Shelton concert, and I put your dad in the front row.

Mac:Unfortunately... Blake Shelton will not be making it today. But, he did send me in his stead, and I've got something special to show you.

Frank:I named him that.

Mac:My name is Ronald McDonald, and...

Mac's Dad:I named him that.

Luther:My God. I get it.