Character: Hank Moody. Page 1

- You lie to me?
- Only if it's not illegal...
- Yes, your job is to lie, asshole.
- There will not argue.

- Charlie, can you get me an iPad?
- Of course, if you talk to the Samurai.
- ***ear you asshole! Did you know?
- Sluchay you ectopic and sosredotochenno, but no lump can not hear all the genital - sheets!

Don't want me to climb under a skirt - do not talk dirty.

You know, if you relax for a second and stop so hard to find a life partner, then maybe one morning you'll Wake up next to him.
You know maybe if you just relaxed for half a second and stopped looking so hard for the appropriate life mate, then you might wake up one morning next to one.

My wonderful daughters. I'm writing you a letter, Yes, old-fashioned letter is a lost art as Masturbation, shit. I want to admit, at first I don't particularly like, you were annoying, a little lump, you smelled, almost always, but I don't seem too interested in what I, of course, was offended. You two mom was against the whole world. Yes, some things do not change. So I hung out, did business, played the fool and didn't understand how can change a person's children. I don't remember exactly when everything changed, just know that it happened. Recently, I was impenetrable, nothing cling, and here my heart already bursting out of your chest and shatters into pieces. Love for you is the deepest, strong and painful experience of my life. The truth is, I can barely stand it. As your father, I gave a silent vow to protect you from the world. And even could not think that'll be the one hurting you the most. When I think about it, my heart groans. I can't imagine that you ever talk about me with pride. How is this possible? Your father, a child in a man's body, he is experiencing everything at once and not really about anything. ... With noble thoughts, it's time to change something and why then give up. Everything is too dark.

- What are you reading now?
- What am I reading?
- What lies at the bedside?
- Interesting question... a bottle of beer, cigarettes... and accomodator.

Sometimes you need to throw out all the dregs, to make room for the good.

Wine - good. But whiskey is quicker.

Mistakes are made, hearts are broken, harsh lessons learned.

Every woman that crossed my life, I am loved, no matter, ten minutes or ten years.

I'm not going to be accountable for past sins. If you want to be angry because of this shit please get mad on your health, but don't feed me stories, about how you always forgive, and then to delve into the past, getting out of there sins, which I forgot long ago. That's not forgiveness!

We have all these amazing technologies, in the end, computers have turned into an expensive wanking machine. The Internet was supposed to give us freedom by making us more democratic, but the only thing he has given us is access to child porn. People - they don't write anymore, they blog. They don't talk anymore, they type the text or punctuation or grammar. The impression that one group of idiots pretending that communicates with another group of assholes at some Proto-language, which is probably similar to the language of the cavemen than to the language of Shakespeare.

I remember the days when we started Dating. As I knocked on your door and while you were going to open, I tried to imagine how you'll look, and when you opened the door you were hundreds of times more beautiful than I could imagine. And it was perfect, your eyes were full of hope, not frustration, as it is now...

Revenge is a dish best served with my dick.
Revenge is a dish best present my ***M.