SHEILA: I’m sorry that I didn’t make it all the way down the stairs today, but baby steps. Oh, my Karen, my baby. All grown up. I so wish your father could’ve been here today. I wish he could have seen you, our sweet girl, all grown up. And I know he would be so proud of his grand baby, no matter who the father was. Except Frank. He hated Frank. But it couldn’t be Frank because there wasn’t any penetration. Eddie didn’t like being penetrated. He had a funny bump on the side of his penis that we thought was cancer. But it turned out I was just being too rough on him. There’s been some obstacles and some pitfalls, but she’s made some wonderful, wonderful friends along the way. Like Lip and all of the Gallagher’s. People I just used to only know as the one’s in that house where the cops always came.
GRAMMY GALLAGHER: Jesus, is that bitch ever gonna shut up?
SHEILA: And Frank’s mother, we’re just so honored that you’re here.  Even though, you weren’t even invited and not really honored because you’re a convicted felon. But you’re out now, aren’t you? Why did they let you out? Cause you’re a loud, mean, vicious bitch. 
GRAMMY GALLAGHER: Why don’t you do yourself and everyone else a favor and shut up.
SHEILA: Have I offended you, in my home, where you’re an interloper? 
GRAMMY GALLAGHER: No one wants to hear it, you fucking windbag. 
SHEILA: She called me a whaker driving whore. And I don’t know how, an angel like that man, could’ve come out of your poisony womb.
GRAMMY GALLAGHER: Shut up, you batty bitch.
SHEILA: You know what? You’ve got a demon mind, and a devil’s womb and heart, AND YOUR COOCHIE SMELLS OF BRIMSTONE AND SULFUR!
GRAMMY GALLAGHER: I will fuck you up!
SHEILA: Do it! Do it!

(via charadesninja)