Dale: "Sorry - please drink another beer." That's what I call losing the battle, but winning the war.
Hank: "Sorry - please drink another beer." Well, they asked nicely.
Hank: Well, I made 42 out of 50. I would've made 43, but I used a throw to drop a bluejay at 20 feet before he could poop on your car.
Peggy: You're that good?
Hank: Mm-hmm. I guess you could say my aim is deadly. (laughs) That bluejay is fine, though.
Hank: He's speaking some sort of French.
Peggy: Let me handle this. I speak Spanish. It's the same thing.