“These, of course, are not the preppy boys we go to school with; these are the dirt-in-the-cracks-of-the-hands kind of boys, farmhands and fishermen who, once school starts, we'll let drift away...But they're nice to us because they're country, and they're just glad to have any kind of girl along. They keep coolers for us full of beers and sodas and green boiled peanuts in Ziplock bags and tell us we're pretty as models. They're either blind or lying, but you know what? It's summer, and we don't care.”

“The rules are simple: they lie to us, we know they're lying, they know we know they're lying, but they keep lying to us, and we keep pretending to believe them.”

“Mistakes don't have to define us. They're how we learn and grow. They show us who and what we don't want to be. It's why they're mistakes.”

“They're gonna' keep chickening us, that's what they're gonna' do! They wanna' crack us up! ”

“Whip us 'till we're on the floor, we'll turn around and ask for more, we're Phèdre's Boys!We like to hurt, we like to bleed, daily floggings do we need, we're Phèdre's Boys!Man or woman, we don't care, give us twins we'll take the pair! We're Phèdre's Boys!...But just because we let you beat us, doesn't mean you can defeat us, we're Phèdre's Boys!”

“That's the point. Every kind of animal thinks its own kind of animal is wonderful. So people getting married think they're wonderful, and that they're going to have a baby-- that's wonderful, when actually they're as ugly as rhinoceroses. Just because we think we're so wonderful doesn't mean we really are. We could be really terrible animals and just never admit it because it would hurt so much.”