Hung

Ray: (to Tanya) I promised my kids they could move back in. This two grand from Jemma is a drop in the bucket. This house, it's not gonna fix itself. I mean, who do I have to f*ck around here to get my kids back?

Damon: Powell's not into labels, Dad. And quite frankly, neither am I. Ray: Okay, Damester. (voice-over) Now, I'm not above admitting George Clooney is a handsome man, but this was a whole other thing. Damon and I, we used to tell each other everything.

Patty: (referring to Ray) Well, having sex with that guy is like doing coke. Cause it's expensive, but you really want it, so you buy it and then you get this huge awesome rush. Tanya: That's a good thing, right? A huge awesome rush. Patty: But then you come down from your high and you're broke and you feel even lonelier and more pathetic than you did before and you wanna kill yourself. Tanya: So I guess you won't be interested in our bi-monthly package?

Tanya: Ray, I don't think it sounds right when you say, 'My kid's a gay.' Just, 'My kid's gay.'

Tanya: (making a sales pitch) I know the economy is collapsing, but heck, when you look back at your life, do you really want to say to yourself, 'Damn it! I was such a fuddy-duddy. I never once paid for sex. Not even once!'

Lenore: Listen, not all women can come from just dick alone. Ray: I haven't heard any complaints. Lenore: That you know of.

Lenore: You don't need to like the lady. You just need to... like the cash.