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?
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.