“Damn, girl, you type so shitastically fast. You should be a fucking secretary or something.”
“We aren't going to fuck, Meg. Even when it's hard and fast or a little rough or a lot dirty, I'm not fucking you. In the kitchen, in the bedroom, on my car, or any damn where I want to take you, will not be fucking. Fucking is for strangers or people who don't give a shit about each other.”
“I meant what I said, Mays. I love you. So damn much. And you'll wake up in the morning and realize you threw away something fucking perfect for NOTHING!”
“Damn, girl. You space so hard, you ought to look into a career at NASA.”
“YOU KIDDIN' ME! You a damn fool and I'm sick of your whining! I'm the little girl, I'm the one that should be whining and crying, not you!”
“I think you have a case of being a little girl. Maybe you should prescribe yourself a heavy dose of man-the-fuck-up.”