Character: Hank Moody

The word "unattractive" makes the person who said "unattractive".

Morgue... Killed someone - then our concern)

- Hank, how are you feeling?
- Well, since you asked... I feel as though the Lord lifted me up with his bare hands, then put me on the canvas of rusty nails, lifted my legs over my head, tied me up and stuck. No vaseline, no grease, no nothing not even polonevich. Then the bastard took the helmet of Darth Vader, put on this helmet myself at the end and whacked me on the tonsils, and he destroyed my beautiful virgin ass, my sweet brown rosebud, and then pulled out, cum on my Tits, wiped his dick on the curtains and left me to die.

My whole life is an attempt to "be better" tomorrow.

... I will file a complaint against you for what I got.

- How are you?
Seven shades of shit.

We say in unison: "Fuck you need?"

I think we made a mistake when I let love go, and then put a huge amount of effort that it would continue to go. We gave up.

I love women. I have all their albums.

The ability to feed a man makes a woman half as appealing and increases the breast size by one size.

Have a good time. Bring me a t-shirt that says "My daughter went on a trip around the country with her mother and her mother's new boyfriend, and I only got this kounopetra". It's a long shirt, but you bring it to me.

- Are we ever going to do it right?
- It is doubtful... I Think in the end they'll love us as emotionally immature, we are...

You're beautiful to ugliness. Just didn't want you to know that.

It's all good. I'm sick of my life and from myself, but I'm not upset.