V, you know I love you like a brother, right?"
"Yeah."
"You feed her and I'll tear out your fucking throat out.

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.

Okay, okay, okay … go to your corners, boys. This is a nice Aubusson carpet you’re standing on. You get blood on it and I’ll have Fritz so far up my ass I’ll be coughing on his hankie.

Go 'head." Those freaky-ass black eyes had stared at Butch with the intensity of a shark. "Crack open that door. Run your little heart out. Run fast, run smart, call for help. Just know that I'll come after you. Like a hearse." - Zsadist