Hank: I know we don't say it enough, or at all I guess, but I love you, too, Dad.
Cotton: You loves me?!
Cotton: What kind of man tells another man that he loves him? I don't wanna die with my sissy son who LOVES me! YOU GONNA BRING ME ROSES 'CAUSE YOU LOOOVES ME?!!!
Hank: No, Dad, it's not like that, it's just--
Cotton: Get out of here! I can't even look at you! How dare you love me!
Hank: But I don't! I don't love you!