Karen: Hank, I’m so sorry.
Hank: Well, I don’t know what to do with that exactly, but thank you, I guess.
Karen: Do you want to get out of here?
Hank: Yeah, where?
Karen: Home?
Hank: Oh. Home.  That sounds… nice, but where is that exactly? Home.  Your home, my home, our home? 
Karen: Hank, I got you a ticket.
Hank: I hope it’s fully refundable, ‘cause I ain’t going.
Karen: You’re not going to your dad’s funeral?
Hank: He was a fucking asshole.
Karen: Oh come on Hank, you don’t mean that.
Hank: Don’t come in here and tell me what I mean.  Don’t try and mother me.  Half the time you act like you don’t give a shit about me and now all of a sudden you care?
Karen: I’ve always cared. 
Hank: That’s easy to say.
January 14 201102·58 pm43 notes

Karen: Hank, I’m so sorry.

Hank: Well, I don’t know what to do with that exactly, but thank you, I guess.

Karen: Do you want to get out of here?

Hank: Yeah, where?

Karen: Home?

Hank: Oh. Home.  That sounds… nice, but where is that exactly? Home.  Your home, my home, our home? 

Karen: Hank, I got you a ticket.

Hank: I hope it’s fully refundable, ‘cause I ain’t going.

Karen: You’re not going to your dad’s funeral?

Hank: He was a fucking asshole.

Karen: Oh come on Hank, you don’t mean that.

Hank: Don’t come in here and tell me what I mean.  Don’t try and mother me.  Half the time you act like you don’t give a shit about me and now all of a sudden you care?

Karen: I’ve always cared. 

Hank: That’s easy to say.

Al Moody: That’s pretty; what kind of flower is that?
Hank: That’s a, uh… Purple.  Purple flower.
Al Moody: Nobody likes a smart ass.
Hank: I don’t have a fucking clue, which never seems to stop you from asking ever other goddamn time.
Al Moody: Watch your mouth.
Hank: I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but it’s kinda crazy for me lately.  Y’know, I don’t really have time to stop and smell the flowers and then look up their proper names online.
1x08, California Son.
January 14 201112·35 pm14 notes

Al Moody: That’s pretty; what kind of flower is that?

Hank: That’s a, uh… Purple.  Purple flower.

Al Moody: Nobody likes a smart ass.

Hank: I don’t have a fucking clue, which never seems to stop you from asking ever other goddamn time.

Al Moody: Watch your mouth.

Hank: I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but it’s kinda crazy for me lately.  Y’know, I don’t really have time to stop and smell the flowers and then look up their proper names online.

1x08, California Son.

jamescharbonnet-deactivated2012 asked: You should post more. I love the show. I think you need some more for California Son. That'd be great.

It’s true, I should.  Admittedly I’ve been getting lazy, but I’ll do my best.  California Son, coming up.  Just for you.

Al Moody:  This is the American dream, right here.  Your name is going to be up on the silver screen.  You’ll be immortal.
Hank:  I’ve written a couple of books too.  I’d like to think they’ll be around long after I’m gone.  
Al Moody:  That’s not the same.
Hank:  You haven’t read them.
Al Moody:  Oh,  your mother filled me in.  It’s too many words for me.
1x08, California Son.
October 07 201004·49 pm8 notes

Al Moody:  This is the American dream, right here.  Your name is going to be up on the silver screen.  You’ll be immortal.

Hank:  I’ve written a couple of books too.  I’d like to think they’ll be around long after I’m gone.  

Al Moody:  That’s not the same.

Hank:  You haven’t read them.

Al Moody:  Oh,  your mother filled me in.  It’s too many words for me.

1x08, California Son.

Hank:  You can’t snort cocaine off a woman’s ass and not wonder about her hopes and dreams.  It’s not gentlemanly.
1x08, California Son.
October 07 201012·35 am110 notes

Hank:  You can’t snort cocaine off a woman’s ass and not wonder about her hopes and dreams.  It’s not gentlemanly.

1x08, California Son.

Becca: Are you okay?  You seem depressed.  
Hank:  What do you mean?  Like more than usual?
Becca:  Yes, I sense these things.
Hank:  Oh yeah?  I’m peachy.  Trust me.
1x11, Turn The Page.
October 06 201011·37 pm32 notes

Becca: Are you okay?  You seem depressed.  

Hank:  What do you mean?  Like more than usual?

Becca:  Yes, I sense these things.

Hank:  Oh yeah?  I’m peachy.  Trust me.

1x11, Turn The Page.

Karen: Are you crying?
Hank: Shut up.
Karen: That’s so sweet!
Hank: Allergies!
1x06 - Absinthe Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
June 11 201003·14 pm72 notes

Karen: Are you crying?

Hank: Shut up.

Karen: That’s so sweet!

Hank: Allergies!

1x06 - Absinthe Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

Radio Guy: Well, what’s your latest obsession?
Hank: Just the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber, y’know, I mean, we have all this amazing technology, and yet computers have turned into, basically, four figure wank machines.  The internet was supposed to set us free, democratise us, but all it’s really given us is Howard Dean’s aborted candidacy and 24-hour access a day to kiddie porn.  People… they don’t write any more.  They blog.  Instead of talking, they text.  No punctuation, no grammer.  L-O-L this and L-M-F-A-O that.  It just seems to me that it’s just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people, in a protolanguage that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the King’s English.
Radio Guy: Yet, you’re part of the problem.  I mean, you’re out there blogging with the best of them.
Hank: Hence my self loathing.
April 30 201012·22 pm41 notes

Radio Guy: Well, what’s your latest obsession?

Hank: Just the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber, y’know, I mean, we have all this amazing technology, and yet computers have turned into, basically, four figure wank machines.  The internet was supposed to set us free, democratise us, but all it’s really given us is Howard Dean’s aborted candidacy and 24-hour access a day to kiddie porn.  People… they don’t write any more.  They blog.  Instead of talking, they text.  No punctuation, no grammer.  L-O-L this and L-M-F-A-O that.  It just seems to me that it’s just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people, in a protolanguage that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the King’s English.

Radio Guy: Yet, you’re part of the problem.  I mean, you’re out there blogging with the best of them.

Hank: Hence my self loathing.