“Do not bonk the Juliette”

“Life is loneliness, broken only by the gods taunting us with friendship and the odd bonk”

“What is your name?" asked Lear.Caius," said Kent.And whence do you hail?"From Bonking, sire."Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?”

“Compliment but do not covet.”

“What do you want?""Spain""Fuck!”

“The value of the work we do is the value we give to it.”

“You're the one with almost an MBA," Barry, the short balding one, said to Lash."You should know what to do.""They don't cover what to do with a dead hooker," Lash countered. "That's a wholedifferent program. Political science, I think.”