Hung Season 1 Episode 7

Tanya: It sucked! My poem sucked!
Pierce: Maybe...but hey, you started writing again.
Tanya: I'm not...I didn't start anything. I wrote that poem when I was fourteen. I'm a failure. It sucked then, and it sucks now.
Pierce: It actually wasn't that bad for fourteen.
Tanya: I'm not fourteen, Pierce! I'm much, much older!

Ray: (voice-over, after finding out that Yael didn't plan to pay him for sex) So I struck out as my own pimp. But I gotta say, we each got a bargain.

(Ray covers Jemma's eyes as he walks her down to his tent)
Ray: Keep 'em closed.
Jemma: They're closed, god Ray! I hope this isn't the part where you hack me into bits and bury me in the woods. Cause this is not the outfit I want to be found dead in.

Tanya: (hands Pierce a poem) Oh wait, see this is from seventh grade, the year I had really bad B.O. and my mom wouldn't let me wear deodorant. I wrote a poem about it.
Pierce: Indelible Stench?

Ray: Look, I'm saying, uh...I'd like to date you, Jemma.
Jemma: So, you want me to, um, go on a real date with you and, like, then maybe I have sex with you and maybe I don't?
Ray: Well, I think we're a little beyond the maybe part, but, uh...
Jemma: Ah, Ray Drecker, you know when you get all soft and serious it's...it's very hard to turn you down.

Ray: (voice-over while making love to Jemma) This was it. No more bullshit. No Randall, no force-fed lines, no flat tires by the side of the road. It was just me and her making out in my tent with the wind howling outside. It felt different this time. It felt real. (the next morning) Which is why waking up next to that pile of cold hard cash felt like such a kick in the gut.

Tanya: Lately my work's been avoiding me.
Pierce: How long's it been avoiding you for?
Tanya: About two years.
Pierce: Two years?!
Tanya: Yeah, I'm pretty blocked.
Pierce: That's the most tragic thing I ever heard.
Tanya: I just...I, I hate that, when people say 'I'm a poet' when they don't even write. When I was a child, I was really prolific. My adolescence was, ah, so fertile. I hemorrhaged words.
Pierce: So what stopped the bleeding?
Tanya: I think it was my mother.

(Tanya dry-humping Pierce as she once did her neighbor Jacob)
Pierce: Out of curiosity, did Jacob have any pubic hair? Because I do. And I actually feel like you're about to start a brush fire.

Floyd: It was great to see you, Tanya.
Tanya: Well yeah, fuck you, Floyd!