- Karen: [looking deep into his eyes] Hank, I love you,
- [shakes her head sadly]
- Karen: but I can't be with you. When will you accept that?
- Hank Moody: Never. It's also what makes me attractive.
- Karen: [soulful scoff] Yeah. And very lonely.
- Julia: Is Stu the big, bald producer guy?
- Charlie Runkle: Yeah, that's right!
- Julia: You know, I saw the outline of his penis through his pants at the table read the other day, and it was freakishly big.
- Marcy: Julia... Julia... would you fuck a guy for a million dollars? He's got a great big cock, fills you right up...
- [Karen signals her not to respond]
- Charlie Runkle: Jesus, Marcy!
- Julia: You know, I've never been that much of a size queen. I prefer a pretty penis.
- Hank Moody: That's right, baby!
- [remembers Karen]
- Hank Moody: I'm sorry, Karen. It's very confusing, and you invited her to join us, so...
- Julia: It's true, we have both experienced his penis, and it... it is pretty.
- Karen: [as non-commitably as possible] It's okay...
- Marcy: I've seen it. I've tugged on it a couple of times accidentally...
- Karen: [softly, insistently] That's disgusting...
- Marcy: ...it's a nice one, smooth helmet. Good job, kid.
- Hank Moody: [she thought they were going to a restaurant] Because I thought this would be way more charming.
- Karen: Dinner at Charlie and Marcy's house?
- [raises her eyes]
- Hank Moody: C'mon. A dinner slaved over by yours truly, and an empty Malibu beach house? This place is ours for hours.
- Karen: Hank.
- Hank Moody: Yes?
- Karen: Look at me. I am not gonna sleep with you.
- Hank Moody: I had no such expectations.