Dee Sinks in a Bog

Frank:of this delicious st... Ah, screw it.

Dennis:What the hell was that? That's hot as shit.

Frank:Yeah, yeah, that's a whole bowl of stew you took right in the grill.

Dennis:And why is your head still on? Did they reattach it? Left the skin pretty loose, I see.

Dee:You did collapse and shit yourself and stink up the whole castle.

Dennis:Well, then maybe I ought to get my neck done.

Dee:Oh, yeah? Have you heard the one about the hot Irish doctor who has a fling with the hilarious American tourist?

Dee:Looks like mama's about to have a little of the old luck of the Irish.

Dee:Oh, Christ! Frankenstein in the house.

Dennis:No, no! God. Get your lips away from me, Frank.

Frank:Like, you know, father-son thing. I mean, you know, it's one of the strongest bonds there is. Come on. Give me a kiss.

Frank:Charlie's got a new dad. A-a new dad? Weird. Yeah. I want to humiliate the jerk. I want to send his Irish ass packing.

Dennis:He's jealous.

Dee:I'm going to go down to the bog, I'm going to gather peat moss to burn it to try and get rid of the shit smell that Dennis stunk up the castle with.

She's... Bent out of shape.

Mac:Oh, when God took away my Irish identity and made me Dutch to smite me for the urges that He gave me when I made the original sin of being born.

Mac:Remember? Then-then-then Noah made that ark, and he saved himself but no women, which was really cool. Not sure how he made more people after that, though. Could've been another rib situation.

Mac:Either way, then God made the Ark of the Covenant where he promised to never, ever do it again. Then a bunch of people looked at it. He didn't like that, so he blasted them, too. Remember, the Nazis got their faces all melted off, and the-the guy with the whip and the hat, he was cool.

Mac:Remember, the Nazis got their faces all melted off, and the-the guy with the whip and the hat, he was cool.

Priest:I think you've mixed that story up with Indiana Jones.

Mac:Oh. I did?

Priest:Yeah, but listen...

Mac:What's the lesson of the last one? Don't look at my shit?

Shelley:And Michael Kelly. He was attacked by the village loon, became a loon himself. He died from eating rocks, which he thought were eggs.

Charlie:Oof. Yeah, I've made that mistake, yeah.

Oh, the women are thrown from a cliff as well. Mostly alive. Just to see if they can fly, as they're presumed to be witches.

If you ever see a gruesome woman covered in filth with long, stringy hair, who's horribly shrieking in the night, the end is near.

The women roam the land as terrible hags and banshees whose wailing warns of impending death.

Dee:I mean, how am I supposed to know what peat is? What am I, a botanist?

Dee:Hey-o. I'll burn you. Be like lighting a match. That works.

Dee:Dennis got me all worked up about my neck.

Dee:Oh, shit, I'm sinking.

Frank:Wait a minute. The old turd in the soup trick.

Frank:Is that like a-a glory hole? A predecessor to the glory hole, perhaps.

Dennis:It also happens to be the castle's preference for how this is all gonna go down.

Dennis:I suppose all of your years of neglect and misdeeds have allowed me to harness the darkness inside me and to unleash it without conscience, so... Yeah, perhaps I owe you a... thanks for making me the man I am today, Frank. Thank you.

Dennis:all of your years of neglect and misdeeds have allowed me to harness the darkness inside me

Dennis:There. Was that okay to do?

Mac:That's what he said. That's-that's really good. Thank you. I'm sorry. It just slipped out. That's what he said.

Mac:That's-that's really good. Thank you. I'm sorry. It just slipped out. That's what he said.

Waitress:Psych! Your face. I'm kidding. No, I got you. Psych!

Waitress:Oh, do they not? Nah, it's not funny, it's dumb.

Dee:I feel like it's classic.

Waitress:Just say my name. What is it?

Dee:Oh, o... kay, yeah. Just, just give me a second.

Priest:And we'll never, ever leave each other alone in the room with the wee lads. Yes, and I also think... Wait, what? Or the wee lasses, whatever you're into.

Priest:And, of course, you know, if you do slip up, you'll go to a new parish, they sort the family out, have some chats, perhaps some money changes hands, perhaps not. No harm, no foul.

Mac:Yeah, I'm gay. What are you talking about? Oh... No. I'm gay. That's it. I'm a gay man. I'm a gay man who has trouble controlling his urges with other gay adult men, and that's the end of it.

Dennis:Swim goggles? Yeah, they're good ones, too. They'll protect your eyes from any chlorine or oils or any other hot liquid that might come in contact with your face.

Charlie:Are the meatballs turds?

Frank:What? No, no, they're homemade meatballs.

Charlie:I knew it! I knew it, Frank! You're not trying to bring us closer together, you're trying to drive us apart!

Charlie:Well, I'm not coming back to Philly, Frank!

Frank:I think there's another man in this room. Never mind him.

What'd you say, Charlie?

Dennis:Not eat a poopy.

Dee:You drunk bitch!

Dee:You drunk bitch!

Dee:You're doing it. No, you're pulling me in. Yes. No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. Thank you! It's working. You're doing it. You're pushing me under.

Waitress:Oh, no, I'm not gonna do that 'cause I got a date, but I'll come back after my date. Thank you so much.

Charlie:What is that? Are you seeing that? What was that?

Shelley:A banshee.

Charlie:What was that?

Shelley:A banshee.