He wraps one leg around the other to trip himself up out of a train about a meter up, in a stunt that doesn't look faked.
Hank about to take a crap on his neighbor's lawn, then a Match Cut to chocolate frozen yogurt a police officer is buying.
When Hank emerges for the first time:
Hank: (goes through woman's cart) Vagi-Clean, huh? What's the matter, honey? A little extra cheese on the taco? Customer: (aghast) Excuse me? Hank: No, excuse me. (gets in front of the customer to place his helmet on the conveyor belt) There's no price tag on this [the Vagi-Clean]. (reaches over and grabs the mic for the grocery store's PA) We need a price check on Vagi-Clean, aisle five. I repeat, we need a price check on Vagi-Clean, aisle five. That's VAGI-CLEAN. We got a customer out here with a full-on Fallopian fungus. She's baking a loaf of bread and I think it's sourdough. (sniffs loudly while the woman drags her kids away in shock) Put a rush on that.
One of his sons dropping a Cluster F-Bomb in German while reading a foreign user's manual.
Hell, ANY SCENE involving Hank's stereotypically foul-mouthed, yet incredibly intelligent sons.