“Oooohhh, I’m worried. You gonna kick my butt with your one good leg? (Josie)Good luck finding Drake’s body. At least he won’t have a problem getting hard for you. (Terri)”

“I have two words for you. (Terri)Oh, yeah? (Josie)Whatever- (Terri)That’s one word. (Josie)–bitch. (Terri)”

“YOU GONNA STAND THERE WITH YOUR BUTT ON THE BACK OF YOUR BODY OR ARE YOU GONNA GET IN ON THIS, BEEF?”

“When the panties drop, dear God, girl, make sure you unhook at least one ankle or when he gets to that epic moment where he wants to kick your legs apart and ram you, you're not gonna be ready!”

“I’m too romantic for my own good. And okay, you get kicked in the butt sometimes. But, frankly, I’d rather have, you know — actual sentiments. Than. You know? You know what I mean?”

“V was half way down the hall when he heard a yelp. He hightailed it back, barging through the door. “What? What’s …”“I’m going bald!”V whipped back the shower curtain and frowned. “What are you talking about? You’ve still got your hair…”“Not my head! My body, you idiot! I’m going bald!”Vishous glanced down. Butch’s torso and legs were shedding, a rush of dark brown fuzz pooling around the drain.V started laughing. “Think of it this way. At least you won’t have to worry about shaving your back as you get old, true? No manscaping for you.”He was not surprised when a bar of soap came firing at him.”