“LOVE IT! :) Yeah. They've been doing BIG billboards of this in the gayborhoods in NYC, LA and SanFran. Although I wouldn't fuck a Scientologist on a dare. 8| ”

“[...]Are both of you...?""Manscaped?" Dante smiled. "I'm fucking Italian; I been mowing my lawn since I was thirteen.”

“Gotten butt-ass, bone-dog naked for your vadge-cam?" Dante offered with an angelic smile, standing close."Fucking hell, D." Griff turned to Beth with an apology, but she spoke first."Huh-yeah. Thanks, cockbreath.”

“Somewhere high overhead on the other side of the freighter, metal ground against metal making a sound like angry mechanical whales fucking.”

“You tell him for me: if he fucks with you, if he lays one Russian knuckle on you, your buddy is coming after him and someone's gonna need a screen door to fish out the pieces.”

“Griff held his breath, waiting for it, knowing the axe would fall and he‘d start dying as soon as he walked out the fucking door, and Dante would just grin and joke and try to forget what they had done together in this room.”

“People need space; families need air; love needs light. Like Mrs. Anastagio always said, ―You need enough rooms to love someone properly.”