Ian White1/15/2011: Hank Moody
Henry "Hank" Moody, portrayed by David Duchovny, is a fictional character who serves as the protagonist of the Showtime television series Californication. Moody is an erratic but esteemed writer who frequently becomes embroiled in bizarre and in some cases scandalous situations.
However shallow Moody may come across as being, most episodes of Californication reveal at least some degree of depth to his persona, in many cases exposing a surprisingly vulnerable Hank, especially in relation to Karen and their daughter, Becca.
The character is loosely based on Henry "Hank" Chinaski, the alter ego of Charles Bukowski portrayed in some of his novels. The plot of Moody's sexual conquest and affairs with women is clearly influenced by Bukowski's novel Women, portraying Chinaski's life in his 50's as a renowned writer and living life like a rock star.
Apathy kills, but I don't care
You can't snort a line of coke off a woman’s a** and not wonder about her hopes and dreams, it's not gentlemanly
Hank: “B” to the “I” to the double “L”. What’s up, my nig nog?
Bill: I need to talk to you.
Hank: Well, you should have called. I wouldn’t have answered, but you could’ve left a message, which I would have quickly erased.
Becca: Do you remember what you used to do for me when I couldn’t sleep?
Hank : Dose you with opiates?
Becca: No. Look at the ocean and count mermaids.
Hank : I did do that. I’m a better father than I thought.
Hell-A Magazine blog number 1. Hank hates you all. A few things I’ve learned on my travels through this crazy little thing called life. One, a morning of awkwardness is better than a night of loneliness. Two, I probably won’t go down in history, but I will go down on your sister. And 3, while I’m down there it might be nice to see a hint of pubis. I’m not talking about a huge 70’s Playboy bush or anything. Just something that reminds me that I’m performing cunnilingus on an adult. But I guess the larger question is why is the city of angels so hell bent on destroying its female population.
So, not only are you a cadaverous lay, you also have sh*tty taste in movies.
Radio Show Host: What's your latest obsession?
Hank Moody: Just the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber. You know, I mean we have all this amazing technology and yet computers have turned into basically four figure wank machines. The internet was supposed to set us free, democratize us, but all it's really given us is Howard Dean's aborted candidacy and 24 hour a day access to kiddie porn. People... they don't write anymore, they blog. Instead of talking, they text, no punctuation, no grammar: LOL this and LMFAO that. You know, it just seems to me it's just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people at a proto-language that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the King's English.
Radio Show Host: Yet you're part of the problem, I mean you're out there blogging with the best of them.
Hank Moody: Hence my self-loathing.
[about a painting]
Hank Moody: What the f**k is that?
Bill Lewis: Oh, you like it? I could have bought a car instead.
Hank Moody: I think you should still buy the car and then run over whoever created that turd.
Just because something is bleak doesn't necessarily make it true.
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.
Trixie: So what are your thoughts of rehab?
Hank Moody: Rehab is for quitters.
Charlie Runkle: Hank Moody. Ronny Praeger, the very gifted auteur behind Vaginatown.
Hank Moody: Oh, I'm honored, I'm a big fan. What is next for you? A Cockwork Orange or perhaps Twenty-sixty-nine: A Sit On My Face Odyssey?
Whatever you do, don't be another brick in the wall.
My adventures in the screen trade have been about as much fun as forced anal.
It's not your fault. I'm like fly paper for the emotionally disturbed.
Hank: This is frowned upon.
Jackie: Give me a break. You once spent an entire class ranting about how
much you hate Coldplay. Something tells me you could care less about
what's frowned upon.
Hank: Still one of my favorite lectures.
You know maybe if you just relaxed for half a second, and stopped looking so hard for the appropriate life mate, then you might wake up one morning next to one.
Life is too short to dance with fat girls.
Karen: “Did you ever stop and think that it might be nice for Becca to see us all get along for a change?”
Hank: “Yes, and it might be nice if I could fellate myself while farting the white album, but I haven’t been able to quite master that yet.”
Oh, look at the time…. The big hand says F**k, and the little hand says Off….. Good thing there’s not a second hand. I’m goin’ in.
