Quotes from Episode3 - The Whore of Babylon

Hank and Todd Carr, the director of "A Crazy Little Thing Called Love", the movie adaptation of Hank's book, start a fight, after which Hank ends up in jail. Bill bails him out and Hank finds a new connection to Meredith. Charlie learns about a different side of his assistant Dani.

Good morning, Hell-A. In the land of the lotus-eaters, time plays tricks on you. One day you’re dreaming, the next, your dream has become your reality. It was the best of times. If only someone had told me. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned. My family goes on without me, while I drown in a sea of pointless pussy. I don’t know how I got here. But here I am, rotting away in the warm California sun. There are things I need to figure out, for her sake, at least. The clock is ticking. The gap is widening. She won’t always love me “no matter what”

Honey, to quote The Clash, should I stay or should I rock the Casbah?

Don’t look a gift piece of overpriced pop art in the mouth.

You have a dog named Cat Stevens? Holy fuck!

Did you ever have one of those days where you feel like a tired, old whore whose uterus is about to fall out? I think I’m in touch with that emotion.

It’s a “broner”. The word I’m looking for. Unintentionally man-inspired boner… broner. Duly noted. Broner!

There are some images you don’t want floating around your pretty little head. Trust me, it’s like a Mapplethorpe shoot in there, except with less cock.

Question: does the carpet match the drapes, Hanky-panky?

Hang out with your wang out, but remember no gloving, no loving.

Girls know at once whether they want to fuck, marry, or kill a guy. Which begs the question: how am I doing?

“Life is complicated, man.” That’s what you got?

And you’re no Brett fucking Ratner. But that could be a compliment, and in that case, I didn’t mean to.

Once upon a time, I wrote a book. People seemed to dig it, so I wrote another and one after that. That’s when Hollywood came knocking at my back door. As soon as I cashed that check, I wrapped my lips around the mighty erection that is the film industry and sucked hard, just like a good whore should. Unfortunately, I had to be taught not to orphan the balls.

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