- Hank Moody: [after catching Charlie photographing his secretary] Holy Fuck-nuts!
- Charlie Runkle: Shit!
- [falls over]
- Charlie Runkle: If anybody deserves to be disciplined it's me.
- [Looks at Hank]
- Charlie Runkle: That's not an invitation!
- Hank Moody: [Charlie hugs Hank] Oh, big boy... are you crying?
- Charlie Runkle: A little.
- Hank Moody: Jesus Christ.
- Karen: Could you be on your best behaviour tonight? Please, please.
- Hank Moody: Like a child, you talk to me. What - what -what do you think I'm gonna do?
- Karen: You are a child.
- Hank Moody: Stir the punch bowl with my dong?
- Karen: Quite possibly, yes. And that's... the thing with you, Hank. One never knows what to *expect* from you or - or your... dong.
- Hank Moody: And how is this not a virtue?
- Karen: [looks away, scoffs] Ah...
- Hank Moody: You know, honey, you do look beautiful tonight.
- Karen: Well, thanks. Thank you. Thank you.
- Meredith: Hank, I think we need to talk.
- Hank Moody: Talk? Really? Has - has anything good *ever* come from such a thing... ever?