“The point of sex is... Sex doesn't have a point.”

“If there’s anything I’ve learned it’s that love is an unstoppable human drive, fierce and universal, and that sex is the physical manifestation of love. And that sex without love is missing the whole damn point. Sex brings us home to love.”

“Marrying for sex is like flying to London for the free peanuts and pretzels. It's not the point of the thing, is it?”

“Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?”

“Last night they hadn’t even fucked. What the hell was the point of protective custody if you weren’t at least going to get to have sex with your protector?”

“So overnight I’ve somehow turned into a woman who has sex with a complete stranger, a slightly weird stranger might I add, that results in my clothes getting ruined to the point of incineration and I have no memory of said sex. Which I suppose in a way is kind of a shame because he is really fit.”