“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.”

“Oh. Good. The idea that you might only cripple the guy makes me feel a fuck of a lot better about leaving you here.”

“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.”

“Jesus Christ. . . he was not Omega's son. Was he?"No." V said. "You are not. He just wants to believe you are. And he wants you to think you are. But that doesn't make it true."There was a long silence. Then Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. "Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean. . . hello? You are this beefy Irish white boy. He's like. . . bus exhaust or some shit."Butch glanced over at Hollywood. "You're sick, you know that?""Yeah, but you love me, right? Come on, I know you feel me.”

“They don't fit you?" V asked his roommate."Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People." Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. "I mean, come on.""They're for fighting, not fashion.""So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan.""And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off."Butch assumed a bored expression. "You can bite me.”I wish, V thought.Butch and Vishous”

“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?”