SHBACK

Jacinda: "Hey, just because you're here at this UFO Convention where they've paid you to come and be skeptical about UFOs for some reason, don't be nervous. You have been much more skeptical and much more of a crank and bore in the past. Remember when you thought every religious person you came across needed to hear about how dumb they were? That was a nightmare."
Hank: "Being so skeptical is a real fuckin' rush, you know, it's just like giving yourself permission to explain to everyone that you are smarter than them. Even about unprovable things."
Jacinda: "Good thing I'm not a person, just your hot wife. Hey, spit out your gum into my hand."

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Hank: "And ever since then, she would point at her mouth and I would remember to take the gum out of my mouth, as if I were goddamn five years old and she was my motherfucking piano teacher."
FBI: "Yeah, I'm just gonna leave that part out. Also, I speak French of course."

Jacinda carved PR642 into one of the desks, but sadly there is no gum so I guess it was a red herring. Oh! That was the clue. I get it now, show.

Hank's Dad: "That's a phone number in Jersey, of course!"
Nobody: "Are you for serious that you're in this episode solely and preposterously to recognize this random number from the Thirties like that?"
Hank's Dad: "Also to act super sketch about you being a Nazi officer, of course."
Boy One: "Okay, that is a number in Princeton New Jersey. Let's go there."
Hank: "We don't need to find a clock to know where Vincent's going. We have Laila. And also how stupid that I even needed to say that."

PRINCETON

MSODMGS: "We're going to figure out who that phone number belonged to!"
Hank: "You mean like by looking in a phone book?"
FBI: "It could take all day, frankly."
Hank: "Or just go to the Library."
Fr. Roc: "Cool, cool. I am going to go play poker with my priest friends, and see if they can explain to me all about a secret society that is a millennia-old secret. I will be very subtle."

LIBRARY

White Vincent: "Tell me another cutesy barf story about your marriage I don't care about."
Jacinda: "Maybe later. Right now I want to needle you about how you should probably kill me and yet you do not."
White Vincent: "Oh, were you expecting me to answer a direct question? Were you not aware that I am bonkers? Did you somehow forget that part?"
Jacinda: "Please, mister. Return me to my owner before he gets mad!"