Since you guys liked it I dug up some more. It definitely helps if you have the ability to hear Hank's voice in your head.

Hank: The only way you can make me proud is by killing yourself, Bobby.

Peggy: Hank! Bobby, your father doesn't mean that.

close-up on Hank

Hank: Fuck you both.

Hank: Ah boy, what a great day I'll tell you hwat. Peggy today will be only stomach punches and Bobby, well, today you get a half-rape.

Bobby: What's a half-rape, Dad?

Hank: Just the tip, Bobby. Ah-heh-heh. Just... the tip............................ also docking. Yep.

Hank: Hey Bobby.

Bobby: I wish I were dead.

Hank: Soon enough Bobby, but for now why we play sticky swords?

Bobby: How do you play that?

Hank: Ah-heh-heh

Hank: At the time I was huffing propane fumes off an old rag and hadn't slept for I don't know how long. Ladybird came into the room and told me the time to kill was now. I nodded. First I called him down for breakfast and then, while he was eating waffles, I beat him savagely about the neck with the telephone receiver. He hit his head on the counter on his way down and a voice told me to stop but I said, "Fuck it and fuck God." I heard his ribcage crack but I kept stomping him over and over until blood was coming from his nostrils and leaking out his pants. Later they told me I stomped him so hard that his kidneys exploded and that it was anal leakage. Then I popped an Alamo and took a long swig. I had done it, I had killed my boy just like Ladybird had told me to. That is why I'd like to plead not guilty by reason of insanity, your honor. Also ffffffffffffuck you.

Hank: Bill you're so fat and dumb you probably didn't even know the prostitute you picked up last week was really me in drag, heh-heh.

Bill: I knew that it was you, Hank.

Hank: Dwhut?

Bill: I wanted you inside me, Hank.

Hank: Dwuh-uhhhhhh!!!!

I gotta do some more digging.