Karen: I'm going out. Hank: Oh. "Out" out? Karen: I guess. Hank: Like "out-on-a-date" out? Karen: Um..."dinner" out. Hank: Cool hand Ben? Karen: With Ben, yes. And if you're gonna give me shit about it you can leave right now. Hank: No, I won't. I have grown a lot since breakfast. So are you guys, like, officially dating now? Karen: We're not officially anything except friends. Hank: Friends that go out to dinner on a Saturday night. And you're all gussied up, but that doesn't quite do it justice because you look beautiful. He's a lucky guy. Karen: Thank you. Hank: I wish I were him. And not just because I always wanted to be black.
Hank: (to Becka) I don't know how I feel about you behind the wheel. (to Karen) What do you think? Karen: Yeah. I could teach her. Hank: You're a terrible driver! Karen: I am not! Hank: Yes you are! You're like an Asian woman...with Alzheimer's...no arms or legs, steering with your tongue.
(Hank is asleep in his car after the credit card company refused his hotel charges. Becka prods him to wake him up.) Hank: Hey! Sweety. Don't ya just love the fresh sea air? Becka: What are you doing? Hank: Credit card SNAFU at the hotel. I couldn't get in touch with Uncle Runkle and I didn't wanna wake you guys up. Becka: You couldn't find a floozy to take you in? Hank: Hey now. What's wrong with communing with nature? Sleeping under the stars? Becka: There's bird shit on your shoulder. Hank: Oh, look at that. So there is. Becka: Did you drink and drive? Hank: In that order? Becka: Come in. Hank: Uh, I don't think that's such a good idea, Becks. Your mom... Becka: She said it was okay. Hank: Well, in that case...
Hotel clerk: How can I help you, sir? Hank: My key has failed me, my lady. Henry James Moody...the third. Hotel clerk: Yes, Mr. Moody. There's just the matter of the bill. Hank: What's the matter with it? Hotel clerk: Well, it would appear that the credit card company is not accepting your charges. Hank: Oh, well that shit happens. I mean, between you and me, I'm pretty fucking solvent right now. I made a hundy large last week. Hotel clerk: Oh, good for you, sir. Hank: For doing nothing. Literally! A fourth grader could'a stepped in for me. America. Great fucking country, huh? Hotel clerk: Great Hank: So can we put this on my tab or you wanna give my agent a call? You're not gonna throw me out on my ass over some piddly little sum, are ya? Hotel clerk: Well... Hank: What are we talking about here? What do I owe? Hotel clerk: Let's see...here we go...roughly, uh, twenty five thousand dollars and some change. Hank: Well, fuck my face...
Hank: Yeah, I just hope I don't get the squirts up on the stand. Abby: Yeah, me too. Nervous shitters are almost always found guilty. Hank: I would imagine.
Abby: (raising a glass) Here's to Hank Moody versus the state of California. Hank: Up yours. And here's to you keeping my black ass out of San Quentin. Abby: I'll do my utmost. Hank: And the Devil take the hindmost!
Original International Air Dates:
Czech Republic: Tuesday, May 31, 2011 on HBO
Finland: February 27, 2012 on Nelonen
Featured Music: "Everything Beautiful Must Die" by Soundtrack of Our Lives "Lord Take Me Higher" by Benjamin Starshine "Backing Off" by Champion "Holiday" by Pink Mountaintops "Universal" by Noiseshaper "Don't Fear The Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult "Lonely Exile" by Political Rivals
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