A self-loathing, alcoholic writer attempts to repair his damaged relationships with his daughter and her mother while combating sex addiction, a budding drug problem, and the seeming inability to avoid making bad decisions.
Hank Moody: I probably won't go down in history, but I will go down on your sister.
Hank Moody: Sorry for the mess on the rug. I didn't know your wife was such a squirter.
[repeated line] Hank Moody: Muthafuckaaaa!
Hank Moody: Ain't life fuckin' grand?
Marcy Runkle: Jesus fucking Christ, Charlie! We are in Escobar and you are bleeding all over my fucking floor! Charlie Runkle: YOUR fucking floor? It's my fucking floor too and I'll bleed on it if I want to! Holy Jesus woman, I'm in dire straits here!
Becca Moody: I fucking hate you! Hank Moody: AND I FUCKIN' HATE YOU TOO, YOU LITTLE SHIT!