Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder Mia Cross: Rome is burning, he said, as he poured himself another drink. To you? Did I ever, did I make you feel stupid? Karen: You weren't mean, no, but you can be pretty hard on people Hank. Hank Moody: In this past life of ours, was I mean. Hank Moody: Can I ask you something? Karen: If you must. Marcy Runkle: You can have the ass if you want. Radio show host: Yet you're part of the problem, I mean you're out there blogging with the best of them. You know, it just seems to me it's just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people at a proto-language that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the King's English. Instead of talking, they text, no punctuation, no grammar: LOL this and LMFAO that. The internet was supposed to set us free, democratize us, but all it's really given us is Howard Dean's aborted candidacy and 24 hour a day access to kiddie porn. You know, I mean we have all this amazing technology and yet computers have turned into basically four figure wank machines. Radio show host: What's your latest obsession? Hank Moody: Just the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber. I wouldn't have answered, but you could've left a message, which I would have quickly erased. Hank Moody: Well, you should have called. What's up, my nig nog? Bill Lewis: I need to talk to you. Hank Moody: 'B' to the 'I' to the double 'L'. You know, it's not fair to say BRB and then never actually BRB. Hank Moody: (to Meredith) Try not to forget all the times I brought you to fruition. Hank Moody: Holy Fuck-nuts! Charlie Runkle: Shit! LOL Hank Moody: I love women. are you crying? Charlie Runkle: A little. Fear and Loathing at the Fundraiser Hank Moody: Oh, big boy. that would be like, uh, the immaculate conception. Hank Moody: What the fuck do you want? Mia Lewis: I'm late. Hank Moody: You have a dog named Cat Stevens? Holy fuck! Hank Moody: You have a baby with married guy? Holy fuck! Meredith: No, my dog, Cat Stevens. Hank Moody: The Whore of Babylon Meredith: My baby. Hank Moody: Has a nose ring, you know what that means? Charlie Runkle: What, she likes it in the nose? Hank Moody: That is sick. I'd say, aside from the fact that you worship a space alien, you just might be the most beautiful woman I've seen in a long, long time there's no evidence of vaginal rejuvenation. you have an abundance of pubic hair, which is really nice and. Hank Moody: Well, your breasts are obviously real. Hank Moody: I think you should still buy the car and then run over whoever created that turd. Hank Moody: What the fuck is that? Bill Lewis: Oh, you like it? I could have bought a car instead. Hank Moody: Nobody likes you, you're ugly and your mother dresses you funny. But I guess the larger question is why is the city of angels so hell bent on destroying its female population. Just something that reminds me that I'm performing cunnilingus on an adult. I'm not talking about a huge 70's Playboy bush or anything. And 3, while I'm down there it might be nice to see a hint of pubis. Two, I probably won't go down in history, but I will go down on your sister. One, a morning of awkwardness is far better than a night of loneliness. A few things I've learned on my travels through this crazy little thing called life. Hell-A Woman Hank Moody: Hell-A Magazine blog number 1. Hank Moody: I'm not fucking with you, I don't work without you. Hank Moody: Oh because you're in love with me and you want to have like 10,000 of my babies. Hank Moody: Well, she does take after her mother. Up high! What? You're ashamed of our lesbian daughter? Hank Moody: It looks like we're the proud parents of a lesbian daughter. Hank Moody: Now don't I get some say in this? Karen: No! Hank Moody:Are you sure? Because it seems like I should. Hank Moody: It's not whether you win or you lose, it's how you play the game. Hank Moody: I’m fine, I’m disgusted with my life and my self. Hank Moody: So, not only are you a cadaverous lay, you also have a shitty taste in movies. Do you think she's okay? Hank Moody: I'll check. Hank Moody: Maybe I should hide under your clit, he'll never find me there.īecca: Father? Hank Moody: Daughter? Becca: Why is there a naked lady in your room? Hank Moody: Uh. Hank Moody: Near the vaganus? That's weird. Hank Moody: Sweet baby Jesus, Hank is going to hell. Hank Moody: Well, to make a long story short, I can't write, which kinda sucks, since I'm supposed to be a writer. Nun: Is there anything that I can help you with? Hank Moody: Oh no, I don't want to bother a real live person about it. Season One Pilot Hank Moody: (pointing at Jesus on cross) I was just having a little chat with your husband here. 2.8 Going Down and Out in Beverly Hills.1.6 Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder.1.4 Fear and Loathing at the Fundraiser.
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