Californication, Season Two

Hank:
How was I supposed to know who his mother was?

Karen:
Oh, well, if you were not so preoccupied with sticking your dick in any hole that will have you, you might notice these things.

Hank:
Yes, but you kicked my dick out of the house. You made my dick homeless. And out of doors is a place where penises don't generally fare well, in the rain and the wind and all that.

Karen:
Hank, will you shut up, okay?

Hank:
My homeless dick now must seek shelter from the storm where and whence it can.

Karen:
Did she say to you, "Oh, Hank, I love your writing"?

Hank:
You see that? This is why we should be together. You just know my shit. It's perfect.