“Did you let him know that if he can't see fit to return your blow job immediately, you will have no choice but to sue?”

“Did you slip in some cheese? Did it make you hate cheese, which you had previously loved? Why not sue a cheese-maker? Sue him for all the cheese he's got, drive him out of the cheese-making business!Did you burn your face with an iron? Why not sue Prometheus, the god that invented fire? Or an Iron Age chieftain, for having the temerity to popularise the metal.”

“So I know you must have a plan and this wolf—""Beast," Min said."—frog, whatever, can't fit your plan.""He's not a frog," Min said. "I kissed him and he did not turn into a prince."He turned into a god. No,he didn't . "Look, I'm never going to see him again, so everybody can relax.”

“Before going home with a guy, give him a blow job. Guys are always more relaxed after a blow job. (You're totally welcome, guys. P.S. Girls can't see this sentence!!!!!)”

“You can't let anybody else tell you what your choices are. Sometimes they won't give you the right choice.”

“It was on the table when I got here," Matt said in his defense.Josh eyed the open magazine. "You don't already know how to satisfy your boyfriends in bed?"Matt ignored this. "Did either of you know there's ninety-nine ways to give a blow job? That's ninety-nine nights of blow jobs.""Look at you with the math skills," Josh said.Matt flipped him off while Ty flipped the page. "'How to Give Your Hoo-Ha a Spa Day.' Huh," he said. "I didn't know a woman's hoo-ha needed a spa day.”