Character: Hank Moody. Page 3

- Indifference kills...
- I don't care!

- I love you!
- I love you too! But suddenly this is not enough?
- Not the best conversation to bed.
- Oh, shut up!

- What's your name, by the way?
- Don't you want to fuck me and never know?
- Damn, and who said that romance is dead...

Whatever you do, don't become like everyone else!

The sun sings, the birds Shine, water is wet and life is beautiful, my love, life is beautiful...

Don't underestimate its unattractiveness.

- Sorry I'm late, just...
- Just...
- Not yet invented.

- Vodka with cranberry juice.
Gay.
I can't drink like you, okay? I need something sweet to swallow the medicine.
- Faggot, faggot, faggot.

- What's your name?
- Trixie.
- Trixie! Awesome name, if you're a slut.

You know, everything is like the king of rock-and-roll heaven.

- Do you want to do me a Blowjob?
- Something tells me you won't do it.

You're a real man. You have the heart, balls and style.

- You must say to yourself: "Yeah fuck that guy!"
- I'm starting to think that this is your only advice for all occasions.

Sweetheart, Karen.
If you're reading this, it means that I still have the courage to send the letter. The better. You don't know me very well, but if you let me start - I will not stop to tell you how hard it is for me to write. But these lines are given me even harder than usual. Don't know how to say this, so I'll be blunt. I met a woman. Accidentally. I have not sought for it, not looking for love. So there were circumstances. She said something. I answered. And in the midst of our conversation, I felt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life. Now I am more than confident in this feeling. Maybe she's the one. It is absolutely crazy. And makes me smile rather nervously. It is essential for me. She is you, Karen. This is good news...
Bad that I don't know how to be together now. It's crazy and scares me. Because if we are not together now, I think we'll get lost forever. That's a big scary world where everything boils and changes. And people close their eyes and miss the moment. A moment that can change everything.
I don't know what will become of us. And I can't say why you believe as I do. But, damn, you smell good, smell like home. And you make excellent coffee. It also must be considered. Right?
Give me a call.
Wrong you Hank.