“I’m feeling fuckin’ poetic at the moment, too,” Mack said on a laugh.“Oh yeah?”“Roses are fuckin’ red. Violets are ball-blue. You’re my bitch now, ’cause I fuckin’ loveyou,” Mack rasped.“Fucking poetic genius.”

“Where’s you’re fuckin’ bitch?”Cox looked right then left. “Shit,” he muttered. “I thought I heard something earlier. Figured she was fuckin’ Ripper again. Fuckin’ hell. I was gonna ask her to marry me.”“You’re already married shithead. This ain’t fuckin’ Utah.”

“I'm gettin' old babe. Got grown ass kids and gray fuckin' hair. Spent too much time married to a bitch I couldn't stand, too much time beatin' myself up for wishin' I was balls deep in a bitch eighteen years younger than me. Add that shit together and that equals me being fuckin' miserable for a long fuckin' time. So yeah, I can't do this anymore. Can't fuckin' live without you. Want you on my bike and in my bed. Want my kids inside you. Want you by my side babe for as long as I got left - Deuce West”

“When it comes to you darlin’ I got no fuckin’ sense. You fuckin’ pull me in until you’re all I can fuckin’ see and suddenly I can’t fuckin’ breathe but I don’t care cuz, babe, you’re you, and I ain’t never met anyone as fuckin’ perfect as you.”

“Cause when it comes to you, darlin', I got no fuckin' sense. You fuckin' pull me in until you're all I can fuckin' see. Suddenly, I can't fuckin' breathe, but I don't care 'cause you, babe, you're you. And I ain't ever met anyone as fuckin' perfect as you.”

“You act like a bitch, I’ll call you a bitch and you’re actin’ like a fuckin’ bitch.”