- Marcy Runkle: Hey, how you holding up, daddy?
- Hank Moody: Hey, don't worry about me. Worry about that simpleton over there. Come on,, Marcy.You know you want that bald eagle back. You made him suffer long enough. He's banged the forbidden fruit and now he's realized that he'd rather be shucking your hairless clam.
- Marcy Runkle: [chuckles] Hey, be nice to my clam.
- Hank Moody: [to Charlie] Hey you, dance with your fucking wife already. Be nice to her vagina.
- Mia Lewis: You can't do this! It's my book, I wrote it, I can do whatever the *fuck* I wanna...
- Bill Lewis: You wanna test me on this, young lady? I'm in business with half of these publishers. If I wanna make something go away, it goes away.
- Mia Lewis: This is what this is about? Your reputation?
- Bill Lewis: Well, the content is just a little bit unsettling, wouldn't you agree? The whole thing reads like some teenage girl's fantasy about having an affair with some depraved animal asshole who bears a striking resemblance to my least favorite American novelist.
- Mia Lewis: What makes you think it's fantasy?
- [then walks away]
- Bill Lewis: [calling after her] Mia...!