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Hank: (after seeing Sonja's baby) BOOYA!! The baby is black! Karen, dammit, the baby is black! You see that shit? God dammit, I didn't knock her up!
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Daisy: I had sex with Gus.
Charlie: What?
Daisy: I got confused.
Charlie: You got confused? What the fuck does that mean?
Daisy: Well, I've never done a scene like that before, and we got to the kissing part and I got all confused. My autopilot kicked in and I kissed him for real, and the next thing you know, he was inside me.
Charlie: That sounds like rape!
Daisy: No, not really. Unless he wants to press charges.
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Damien: (to Becca) I got you something. (He gives her a mp3 player) I put a playlist on there, our playlist, the one we made out to. All 17 songs.
Hank: What! Seventeen songs? That's a lot of making out.
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Karen: Oh, I just need a manny.
Hank: Oh, I have excellent references.
Karen: Plus my vagina's become really attached to you.
Hank: Not your heart? Just your vag?
Karen: Well it's tough if you know the heart and vag are not on the same page. But you know what? In this instance they are.
Hank: Well, that's terrific 'cause I'm all about improving heart-vag relations. It's my thing.
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Karen: (talking about sex with Hank) I can't live without this.
Hank: Um. I thought maybe it was because you wanted to make a black baby with me.
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Hank: (to Karen) I'm not entirely convinced it's mine. You know I never came inside her. I don't think I did, unless when she broncoed me I spasmed out a little dogwater, you know.
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Karen: (talking about Sonja's baby) I'm not talking about your writing or lack thereof, okay? I was talking about the impending arrival of your latest mistake. Did you forget?
Hank: Ah, Sir Francis Drake said he was totally down with raising the little bastard as his own.
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Lew: You got yourself a little ritual there.
Hank: Yep, every time I finish a book, Whisky, weed and Warren Zevon. It's the little things.
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Hank: I like it here, it's nice. The sun is chirping, the birds are shining, the water is wet. Life is good, sweetheart! Life is good.
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Hank: I'm not scared of you. You're very diminutive and I know ju-jitsu.
Becca: I can still kick your ass.
Hank: Yeah, at Guitar Hero maybe.