Hank: "B" to the "I" to the double "L". What's up, my nig nog?
Bill: I need to talk to you.
Hank: Well, you should have called. I wouldn't have answered, but you could've left a message, which I would have quickly erased.
Bill: Uh, yeah, this isn't something I would choose to discuss over the phone. This is about Mia.
Hank: Oh.

Henry Rollins: What's your latest obsession?
Hank: Just the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber. You 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, democratize us, but all it's really given us is Howard Dean's aborted candidacy and 24 hour a day access to kiddie porn. People...they don't write anymore - they blog. Instead of talking, they text, no punctuation, no grammar: LOL this and LMFAO that. You know, it just seems to me it's just a bunch of stupid people sudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people at a proto-language that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the King's English.
Henry Rollins: Yet you're part of the problem, I mean you're out there blogging with the best of them.
Hank: Hence my self-loathing.

(To Bill in a preacher outfit)
Hank: Wow...you checking out my package?! You don't wanna...suck my cock, do you?!
Bill: Do you want me to suck your cock?
Hank: Do you want me...to want you...to suck your cock?