At the compound, Dean dons a leisure suit to go to New York on his first intern assignment. Hank is glad that he's not going, and Rusty insists that Hank needs to find a job in the next four days before they return. Dermott Fichtel comes in and talks about his full-time job. Before he goes, Rusty warns his son to get a job...Read the full recap
Rusty: Well, at least you crossed out Mafia Don, fire eater, traveling racecar salesman, and my favorite--gigolo.
Hank: Once I found out it had nothing to do with Italian ice cream, it lost its allure.
Sgt. Hatred: All right, we got to get going. I don't want to have to fly at night in the X-1. I get the lights mixed up with the lasers, and I ended up blowing stuff up. I--I--I just don't want to blow stuff up 'cause I can't see.
Dr. Orpheus: Changing the terms of my child support.
The Alchemist: Remember when your wife used to screw you without paperwork?
Hank: You gonna come in, or are you looking for studs in the wall?
The Alchemist: If I thought there were studs here, I wouldn't be sitting outside trying to get a snack from Cafe Hank.
The Alchemist: Ah, the old private-dick game. I'm more public and less private about the dick game these days, but because I'm bored out of my gourd, let's hear the case.
The Alchemist: Well, you have to solve this case! That's what the sign is for! That's why you have the hat! That's why you have the whip! Wait. Why do you have a whip?
Hank: Came with the hat. It's a detective's whip.
Dermott: You're a superhero guy and you're hanging out with Hank?
The Alchemist: Look, Pudgy McTalk-a-lot, I just got dumped by my lover who then tossed me out on my jobless ass, so I had to move in with my boring team member who lives in the 'burbs and never does squat! And i just--I just told you too much, didn't I?
Dermott: Uhh, dude, no *bleep*