“I can handle it. But it stinks, if you ask me, really stinks, that you get to go out somewhere drinking beer while I'm stuck at Baby Central. Just because you have a penis.""We'll think fondly of you over beer, me and my penis."She ate a little more, then smiled slowly. "You've still got to be in the birthing room when she pushes it out.""Shut up, Eve.""Your penis won't save you then, Pal.”
“Not sure why you have to show me now, but okay. I'll just tell my penis to take a few hours off, go get a beer or something." -Rob Colter”
“One more victim sucked in by John. You get into the room with him and you just fall into a warm pool of beer and video games and penis jokes, staring at the universe with him and saying, "Do you believe this shit?”
“Do you think the penis ever gets tired?"Whose?Anybody's. I mean anybody with one. Does the penis ever just think: for God's sake pal, give it a rest? Or is it all: Woo-who!! Here we go again!”
“I’ve been fucked up the ass by Fate. What do you think you can do to me with your little, fucking penis?”
“Milk is for babies. When you grow up you have to drink beer.”