- Hank Moody: What is your name, by the way?
- Venice Beach Girl: Wouldn't you rather just fuck me and never know?
- Hank Moody: Oh, fuck. Who says romance is dead?
- Mia Gross: Rome is burning, he said, as he poured himself another drink. Yet, here I am knee deep in another river of pussy. Here it comes, she thought. Another self indulgent, whiskey soaked, diatribe about how fucking great everything was in the past. And how all us poor souls born too late to see the Stones at - wherever, or snort the good coke that they had at Studio 54 - well, we all just missed out on practically everything worth living for. And the worst part was, she agreed with him. Here we are, she thought, at the edge of the world - the very edge of western civilization and all of us are so desperate to feel something... anything... that we keep falling into each other and fucking our way toward the end of days.
- Karen: What would you do if our little spawn actually became, like, a rock star?
- Hank Moody: I would be really proud of her.
- Karen: You would?
- Hank Moody: And I would be there to help pump her stomach when she OD'd.
- Mia Lewis: Rome is burning, he said as he poured himself another drink, yet here i am knee deep in a river of pussy. Here it comes, she thought, another self-indulgent whiskey soaked rant about how everything was so fucking different in the past. And all us poor souls born too late to see the Stones at wherever or snort the good coke like they had at studio 54. Well we'd all just missed out on practically everything worth living for. And the worst part was she agreed with him. Here we are, she thought, At the edge of the world, the very edge of western civilization, and all of us are so desperate to feel something, anything, that we keep falling into each other and fucking our way towards the end of days.
- Venice Beach Girl: [re Hank's intended liquor purchase] That stuff will kill you.
- Hank Moody: *Life* will kill you.
- Hank Moody: [hot bikini hippie chick is short of cash at check-out till] Here you go.
- [pays]
- Venice Beach Girl: No, no, I can't let you do that.
- Hank Moody: Unless you've got some 'fuck you' money stashed up your whosie-whatsit, you're shit out of places to look, so just take it.
- Venice Beach Girl: You're sweet.
- Hank Moody: It's my pleasure.
- Venice Beach Girl: And cute.
- Hank Moody: Ooh.
- Venice Beach Girl: [as she leaves] Thank you.
- Hank Moody: You're welcome.
- [first lines]
- Venice Beach Girl: [skimpy-clad girl in supermarket] Hey!
- Hank Moody: [likes what he sees] Yikes!
- Venice Beach Girl: Do you know anything about wine?
- [shakes bottle]
- Hank Moody: Wine is fine, but whisky is *quicker!*
- Venice Beach Girl: Suicide is slow with liquor.
- [holds up bottle, then credits quote:]
- Venice Beach Girl: Sabbath.
- Hank Moody: Hmm. Close. It was Ozzy, solo.
- Venice Beach Girl: Oh.
- Hank Moody: But nice try.
- Venice Beach Girl: Thanks.
- [re his intended purchase of absinthe:]
- Venice Beach Girl: That stuff will kill ya.
- Hank Moody: *Life* will kill you.
- [nods]
- Hank Moody: That's heavy. It will make sense.
- Venice Beach Girl: Taking it in.
- Hank Moody: Let it sink in.
- Venice Beach Girl: [grinning as they listen to mellow song] I fucking love vinyl.
- Hank Moody: Yeah, it just sounds *better.* It's warmer, right? It's just... human.
- Venice Beach Girl: You're just an analogue guy in a digital world, aren't you?
- Hank Moody: I might steal that.
- [the girl chuckles]