Grocery Store Guy: "I have neither $100 nor have I a teddy bear for you."
Bob The Lesbian: "[Lesbian stuff!]"
Monica: "[Nancy Spungen stuff.]"
Bob: "Monica, was this even the right store?"
Monica: "Stop talking down to me like I'm stupid! And unreliable."
Monica spots Frank, who has lost his nerve now that giant scary Bob is in the picture, and there ensues a very long, very pleased-with-itself sequence of Kev's tiny beat-up pickup being chased by Bob's giant eighteen-wheeler cab, with very loud music and lots of Frank, as usual but especially in this episode, screaming incomprehensible demands when a short, rational explanation would do the trick. They head for Sheila's, where Debbie is getting her baking lesson.
Sheila: "I would say my advice to you would be to let Fiona live in her own relationship. You can't do it for her. Sometimes, sweetie, when people are in love they don't tell someone everything for a reason."
Debbie: "That's like lying."
Sheila: "No, sweetie it's just... A little editing. Now: The sifting. We separate and aerate those flour particles to make them absorb liquids better."
Debbie: "Someone should sift my dad."
Sheila: "Oh, you Gallaghers. You're all so funny!"
All Hell: (Breaks impressively loose.)
The lesbians are at the door like crimson wolves, Frank is crawling around on the floor like a GI -- still refusing to explain one thing about what's going on, for no real reason other than that the plot doesn't allow it -- and Sheila is just scream-scream-screaming -- "WHAT IS HAPPENING?" -- wet ingredients lofting through the air, crab-walking back into her own kitchen cabinets, eyes rolling around in her hair, begging Frank to stop screaming at her and never quite getting frustrated enough with the fact that he continues to scream at her in spite of this, and finally Debbie walks to the door, sees her mother in the yard where Liam once stood.
Monica, standing in the snow with the graceless gall to open her arms wide so Debbie can get a running start. Debbie shoves her ass out of the way so she can call in her reinforcements, while Monica and Bob head inside the Jackson house. They do not take off their shoes nor do they put them in bags, no matter how many times Sheila begs.
Monica: "That was a nasty trick, even for you, Frank. I had my heart set on that teddy bear!"
Frank: (Dismisses this, but not for the obvious reasons; talk immediately turns to the kids she abandoned, but not in the correct way: Still and always, it's about his burdens.)
Monica: "I was an emotional cripple! Not one ounce of self-respect! You almost destroyed me! You drove me into the ground! Et cetera!"