“You‘re my best friend. You‘re the only somebody I got.”

“Two men, two friends curled in bed. The next few minutes would decide everything.”

“No. Look, the mutual tug paid extra.” Dante mimed jerking and squirting without looking embarrassed, which only made Griff more embarrassed. “And thestuff you did at the end bumped our fee even—”“I know, man. Sorry about—”“—more. Bullshit, sorry! Blowing your jazz on me got us a three hundred dollar bonus. Didja know that?” Dante rolled his eyes and waved away the worry.“Dude, if I could get a fee every time you squirted on me, I’d camp under your bed and have you doing it three times a day.”Help me, Jesus.Griff’s eyes honest-to-God bugged at that.”

“I want you to move in with me, man.""Nah. I appreciate it, but I need to get a place of my own. I'm a grownup.”

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

“It's a kilt, dumbass. It's only a skirt if I'm wearing underwear.”

“It was the list of activities thing. Like the menu with price, only I'm not the restaurant; I'm the meal.”