I think we're dating now" "Come on...I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started on the sponge bath afterward.

And second, I don't think there's much of a market for your particular brand of psychology."
"So not true."
"Butch, you and I just beat the crap out of each other."
"You started it. And actually, it would be perfect for Spike TV. UFC meets Oprah. God, I'm brilliant."
"Keep telling yourself that.
-Butch and V

What are the rules," The cop said.
"There are none." Vishous spread his stance and braced himself.
"Do whatever you want...but you have to break me. You've got to tear me apart.

One more thing."
"What."
"I think we're dating now." As V barked out a laugh, the cop shrugged. "Come on....I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started about the sponge bath afterward."
"Fucker."
"To the end.

What’s next? The size of my cock?”

“Hey, even pencils can get the job done—I’ve heard the moaning from your room to prove it.

The guy stroked his goatee. "What do you call twenty guys watching the world series?"
"The New York Yankees," Butch replied.