You are perfect for a female."
"Not where I come from."
"Then they're using the wrong standard.

The pair of them were staring at the computer screen like two dogs watching animal planet: very focused, but incapable of turning up the volume or changing the channel.
-Manny and Butch

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.

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.

When Vishous pushed open the door to the exam room, he got a gander at the kind of seating arrangement that made him think fondly of castration.