“Is Virgin you trying to fathom me”

“Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk”

“I foresee many romantic picnics in our future. You drinking a virgin pina colada. Me drinking the blood of a virgin." (Simon)”

“But I might—” he bit out. “Tell me you’re not a fucking virgin.” “No, I’m not a fucking virgin. Virgins have yet to fuck, remember?”

“I’m no strumpet, you idiot. I was a virgin when you took me at the beaver dam.”

“And what about us? Do you want a vampire boyfriend?" He laughed bitterly. "Because I forsee many romantic picnics in our future. You, drinking a virgin piña colada. Me, drinking the blood of a virgin.”