- Charlie Runkle: What've you got going on later?
- Hank Moody: Oh, I don't know... I thought I'd start the day with some dry toast and half a grapefruit, bust out the old computer, bang out 10 pages, maybe go for a run. Maybe I'll just jerk off and go back to bed. Wake me up when you come home.
- Charlie Runkle: I'm close to sealing the deal.
- Hank Moody: With lady Tyson? Good luck. Keep your hands up, though.
- Charlie Runkle: She's in if you are part of it. I think she's got a thing for you.
- Hank Moody: No, I'm not going for that. I've already given that girl enough of my precious bodily fluids.
- Charlie Runkle: Take one for the team. My wife is out there trolling for snatch, OK?
- Hank Moody: What about the Marce? You gotta miss the Marce. I know you miss the Marce, right? That sexy, little smurf was good to you.
- Charlie Runkle: That sexy, little smurf cheated on me with my assistant.
- Hank Moody: Yes, but you cheated on her with your assistant. First, I might add.
- Marcy Runkle: Do you know how hard it is to get a girl off? It's like disconnecting a bomb. I mean, there's all these wires and all down there, who knows which one you're supposed to cross, or pull... plus: the studies show that the female orgasm is like 99% mental - who has time for that!
- Karen: Okay, so - so that's good. So you want to go back to the four-minute gruntfest thing, like in-out, done...
- Marcy Runkle: Yeah.
- Karen: So you're done with the, uh - the lesbetarian experiment...
- Marcy Runkle: The grass is always greener, you know?
- Karen: Uh-huh.
- Marcy Runkle: Isn't that how you got engaged to be buried?
- Marcy Runkle: [re her fling with Dani] The grass is always greener...
- Karen: Uh-huh.
- Marcy Runkle: ...you know...
- Karen: Uh-huh.
- Marcy Runkle: Isn't that how you ended up engaged to be buried?
- Karen: Hey!
- [shakes her head]
- Karen: No Bill-bashing, you promised me. Stay on the subject.
- Marcy Runkle: That is the subject. Married people bored out of their minds looking for some strange. It *never* solves what was wrong in the first place.
- Karen: Oh, like you're such a fucking expert.