Hank: I'm going to get Mother upstairs. Perhaps you boys should go now.
Pat: I'm dizzy.
Hank: Lean on me, Pat. We should've never let Amy go to the city.

Debra: Well, hi. I'm Debra, Ray's wife.
Pat: Nice to meet you.
Debra: Well, it's nice to meet you, too. So I see you're getting to know everyone.
Hank: Yes, and, Amy, please keep that in mind when we talk later.

Ray: Hank, want some soda?
Hank: Actually, I never drink carbonated beverages.

Hank: Maybe we should go home, son. You can lie down in the van. Raymond, thanks so much for inviting us. I enjoyed the fact that you didn't have stripping women.

Hank: Oh, good. They're here.

Hank: And I also worry about offspring, Robert. Did you know that addiction can be an hereditary trait?
Marie: My grandchildren! [hits Robert]
Hank: Yes, Marie. And what kind of an example do you think you'll set for them, Robert?
Robert: Hopefully good to very good... mostly in that range.
Hank: Mm-hmm. The truth is, Amy, none of this surprises Mother and me. Sadly, we've come to expect this sort of thing.
Peter: He's a renegade cop. He plays by his own rules. Pshew!

Pat: I don't understand.
Hank: You violated the sanctity of the teachers' lounge!