- Amy Taylor Walsh: [she had waited for the producer, to discuss notes] Hey!
- Hank Moody: Hey?
- Amy Taylor Walsh: You're not going to make me kiss that fucking lunatic, are you?
- Hank Moody: Not if I can help it.
- Amy Taylor Walsh: Thank God. Cos I can think of somebody else I'd much rather be kissing.
- Hank Moody: The director?
- Amy Taylor Walsh: [laughs] God. Did I tell you? He texted me a picture of his penis.
- Hank Moody: Oh. How did you respond?
- Amy Taylor Walsh: I texted back, saying "Where's the rest of it?"
- [both laugh]
- Amy Taylor Walsh: He hasn't given me a note since.
- Hank Moody: [impressed] Amy Taylor Walsh. Kicking ass and taking names.
- Amy Taylor Walsh: [softly, sure of herself, pleased] That's right, motherfucker.
- Levon: [outside] Mom! Is Hank in there?
- Julia: [interrupted romantic session] Fucking cock-blocker strikes again!
- [groans]
- Hank Moody: [hastily dressing as Levon enters] Hey, buddy!
- Levon: [can see a mile off something's up] What's going on?
- Hank Moody: [he and Julia both try very hard to play innocent] What? What do you mean?
- Levon: You guys been messing around?
- Hank Moody: [overdoing his feigning] What? Why would you, why would you, why would you ask that? Why would you think that?
- [he and Julia breaks out giggling despite their efforts]
- Hank Moody: That's a weird fucking question, dude, right?
- Levon: No, it's not.
- Hank Moody: It's fucked up.
- Levon: Yeah, the energy level feels all weird in here right now...
- Hank Moody: Does it?
- Levon: [to his Mom] ... and your make-up's all screwy. You look like a homeless hooker.
- Julia: [lamely] Don't be silly, honey. I just have a few questions about the scene.