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Becca: Father?
Hank Moody: Daughter?
Becca: Can I ask you something?
Hank Moody: Anything, my love.
Becca: Why is there a naked lady in your bedroom?
Hank Moody: You stay right here.
Becca: There's no hair on her vagina. Do you think she's ok?
Hank Moody: I'll check.