Lights Out - First Season

What are you looking at?

This is what you missed last week on Shameless.

I'm here to help Karen study for her midterm.

You have to take your shoes off.

She's got this thing about people bringing dirt

in the house. Molysmophobia.

Science just turns me on.

I'm not looking.

All right if leave my number for when you might be?

I mean, I thought we tell each other everything.

You're fucking him?

What are you hiding?

Sweet Jesus.

You're your own worst enemy, you two!

Insane.

And you prefer a guy who's been around the block a few times. What if I do?

You want to wait outside while I pay the bill?

The cars I sell are mainly, uh, not mine.

Still looking for fun, Fiona?

Kev and Veronica,

fantastic neighbors.

How's a guy supposed to work, hurt, with kids this age?

Hello! Thank you!

I like him.

Fuckin'... fuck!

That's good.

Yeah, I got it. Here you go.

All right, all right, listen up, everybody.

Tommy from upstairs shelled out for the pay-per-view here.

Hey, $149.50 on my goddamn Visa,

so pay up, you cheap bastards.

Right in here, guys, right in here.

Billy!

Drink?

Have one.

Come on! Mm-hmm.

Burgers comin' through!

Uh, Lip, napkins.

I can get it. Oh, no, no, no, you sit.

Only ketchup? Me!

Thank you.

Extra onions, jalapenos.

Me!

Make room.

Ah-ah-ah!

After you finish your shake and fries.

Who's this?

It's Karen. Hey, Karen, Nice top.

What size are you? Shh! Shut up!

...on a spot called Mr. Magoo,

the sacred family fishing grounds

that paid off last season.

But now...

...it's a bust.

We have no crab onboard.

I heard, "Don't go to Magoo, 'cause there's hundreds..."

Come on!

What is this?

Hey, bub?

Hey.

Yo.

Better door than window.

Gallagher.

Tell your boy Ian to keep his dirty adolescent prick

out of my Karen!

Finish him!

...been fishing for 36 hours and haven't made

a frickin' dime yet.

We're getting, like, 150 crab...

Whoa!

You okay, Frank?

Hey.

Is that my shirt?

Yeah.

I-I'm just asking.

Whoa!

Guy in the bar said to pass it on.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Frank! Jesus Christ, Dad!

You're drunk, Frank, you're drunk! This-this is drunk?

Stop it, okay, Steve? You want to see drunk?

Don't do this to your kids, Frank.

Aw, what are you, a tough guy, Steve?

You think you're a fuckin' tough guy?

Because you look like

a premenstrual Filipino!

Steve, go! Get out!

Hey, just go.

He's shitting his pants.

Pussy. You're pathetic, Frank.

Get out now! I mean it! Come on.

Don't go. Come on.

Puss, puss, puss, puss.

What? You want to say something, pussy?

Mr. Joe fucking... Ah, get the... Pussy.

Ice.

It's a bloody nose.

He's not dying. Really, Frank?

Anybody notice that I'm bleeding?

: ...over the Bering Sea,

a 200-square-mile arctic squall collides with the grounds,

and fishing...

It got it.

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

You should have hit him back.

If I ever do, I'll fuckin' kill him.

So? Eight to ten for manslaughter.

Get laid as often as you want.

Tattoos and everything.

It's gay heaven, man.

Thanks.

Good night, Billy.

Morning, Billy.

Not so bad, you know.

Shirley any better? Still pissed off about me calling the cops,

but what could I do? They got her over at County?

Once we got my mom in there, she came around quick.

What ward's she on? Six.

Oh, yeah, they're good people.

They'll get her meds straight,

a couple shots of Thorazine, Librium, a fist-full of Prozac,

and she'll be right as rain.

Oh, looks sore.

How many stitches?

Uh, seven.

Cheese knife.

Oh, poor Conrad.

I'll live.

Not if they let Shirley out.

Hey, special delivery.

Thank you.

Don't forget Veronica's coupons. Yeah, got it.

Thanks, handsome.

Hey, buddy.

Come here.

Hey, Liam.

Any pizza left from last night?

No pizza. Fruit or juice.

And we've got eggs.

OJ's in the top, grapes in bottom drawer.

Pop-Tarts, Frosted Flakes, Bisquick,

Heinz Ketchup, and ooh, ooh...

even got a couple two-for-ones for Tide.

Any coupons for meat?

Yeah, they've got a special on ground chuck at Costco,

and Hot Pockets.

That's great. We'll go tomorrow.

Lip, you seen Frank?

Uh, no.

What day is it? Friday.

Why?

Really.

Hey. Morning, campers.

Oh, what you got? Jelly, plain and glazed.

Save me an apple fritter. All right.

Yum.