“I’ll call you guys so you can talk me down from my gay-men-who-fall-for-breeders ledge.”

“You know, you may look like that actor, but the only way I can tell for sure you’re him is if I see that six-pack”

“That's because we were together for two years and she led me on a treacherous journey through bitchy, across frigid, and into the land of cheating psycho. I barely escaped with my life. It required a week of solid moping just so my balls could grow back.”

“He was acting like such a girl—like being around a good looking, fit guy was creating all these insecurities within him or something. At this rate, he should expect to start having periods soon.”

“Just wondering where you keep your ABBA collection.”

“Jeremy got to his bike and pulled on his helmet making some adjustments with his radio mic. Next came the sunglasses and Rafe almost had to cross his legs against the wave of lust pooling nicely in his groin.”

“Ponyboy, listen, don't get tough. You're not like the rest of us and don't try to be..."What was the matter with Two-Bit? I knew as well as he did that if you got tough you didn't get hurt. Get smart and nothing can touch you..."What in the world are you doing?" Two-Bit's voice broke into my thoughts.I looked up at him. "Picking up the glass."He stared at me for a second, then grinned. "You little sonofagun," he said in a relieved voice. I didn't know what he was talking about, so I just went on picking up the glass from the bottle end and put it in a trash can. I didn't want anyone to get a flat tire.”