“Because I'll be more worried about who's looking at your tits in that shirt instead of Hoffman. - Travis”

“Travis’ mouth fell open. “Oh, hell no. Are you trying to get me killed? You’ve gotta change, Pidge.”“What?” “Get a t-shirt on…and some sneakers. Something comfortable.”“What? Why?”“Because I’ll be more worried about who’s looking at your tits in that shirt instead of Hoffman,” he said, stopping at his door.“I thought you said you didn’t give a damn what anyone else thought?”“That’s a different scenario, Pigeon.” Travis looked down at my chest and then up at me. “You can’t wear this to the fight, so please…just…please just change,” he stuttered, shoving me into the room and shutting me in.”

“Hey, you look at your tits; I'll look at mine! (Michael Tolliver, Tales of the City)”

“Messages written across the chest of women’s t-shirts are great, because I can stare at their tits like they are literature.”

“If I do it you won't ever worry?''I won't worry about that because it's perfectly simple.'"Then I'll do it. Because I don't care about me.”

“Don't worry, now that I know about your little ego problem, I'll do my best to look all gushy when you pound your chest.”