“Butch : Two words for you. CYNDI.LAUPERVishous : Clearly, the paste you ate has gone to your head. Did Marissa like all that lace you glued on ? Oh... and I'm talking to your body, not that ridiculous card you made her.Butch : How does that song go ? *sings song about true colors*Vishous : I have no idea what you are talking about.Butch : Oh.Really. So you deny that shit was playing in the weight room yesterday ?Vishous : Please. Like I listen to crap like that ?Butch : So you deny that song was also playing in the Escalade last night ?Vishous : Don't act the fool.Butch : So you deny that song was ALSO coming out of your shower early this morning.”

“Go home, Butch. I'm not going to do anything stupid." [Vishous to Butch]"Stupider, you mean.""Semantics are for shit.”

“Shit... you're not coming with me, are you?" [Butch to Vishous]"I don't feel like killing anyone anymore.""Oh. Good. The idea that you might only cripple the guy makes me feel a fuck of a lot better about leaving you here.”

“Hey,maybe I could have a talk show, since you aren't going to be my June Cleaver anymore. I could call it the O'Neal Hour. Sounds important, doesn't it?" [Butch to Vishous]"First of all, you were going to be June Cleaver-""Screw that. No way I'd bottom for you.""Whatever. And second, I don't think there's much of a market for your particular brand of psychology.""So not true.""Butch, you and I just beat the crap out of each other.""You started it. And actually, it would be perfect for Spike TV. UFC meets Oprah. God, I'm brilliant.""Keep telling yourself that.”

“You going to try the rest of your gear on?" he asked on an exhale. "Or you want to whine about your pants a little more?""Don't make me flip you off.""Why would I deprive you of a favorite hobby?" [Vishous to Butch]”

“Okay, big guy, as much as I'm enjoying this, I don't think my tan's improving much considering it's pitch dark." [Butch to Vishous]"You don't have a tan.""See? This is getting me nowhere. So how about we head home?”