"Another Perfect Day"

Hank gets evicted from the hotel this week. Elsewhere, Peggy and Charlie REALLY get kinky.

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"Lights. Camera. Asshole."

Hank threatens his job with an ill-advised hook-up this week. Sounds like the man we know, doesn't it?

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"The Recused"

Hank's relationship with his lawyer intensifies on this episode. Elsewhere, Charlie continues on his quest toward 100 women.

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"Lawyers, Guns, and Money"

A compromising photo of Hank causes major problems for him this week. Elsewhere, Becca and her band gets into trouble.

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"Freeze-Frame"

Charlie gets into a series shaving accident this week, while Hank meets Karen's new man. The episode is titled "Freeze-Frame."

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"Monkey Business"

Hank gets very bad news this week: his attorney tells him that his statutory rape case is going to trial. Karen and Marcy also buy a home-pregnancy test.

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"Home Sweet Home"

Hank takes advantage of the perception that he attempted suicide by moving home with Karen and Becca. But his daughter knows the truth.

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"Suicide Solution"

Rob Lowe guest stars on this episode of Californication. Meanwhile, Hank's efforts to strike a conciliatory tone with Becca.

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"Exile on Main St."

Hank leaves jail to kick off the fourth season of Californication. Where does he go from there? Find out now.

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"Mia Culpa"

This is the third season finale of Californication. Read on for a detailed recap of events from it.

Californication Quotes

Nobody likes you. You're ugly and your mother dresses you funny. Now smile, you f--cking douche!

Hank Moody

I feel like the good lord himself picked me up with his bare hands, laid me down on a bed of rusty nails, pinned my ankles behind my ears and just stuck it in. No Vaseline no lube no nothin. Not even a little spittle. That mother fu-ker just took his Darth Vader helmet, that big Darth Vader helmet and just rammed it home. He wrecked my pretty little virgin a--hole, my sweet little brown bud. Pulled out, came on my t-ts, wiped his di-k on the curtains and left me for dead. That's just me. How bout you guys?

Hank