“You know, I would date, if I could find a man worth shaving my legs for. (Grace)”

“It's not a date. I bought my own drink and I didn't shave my legs.”

“Don’t cry for me, Grace. I’m not worth it. (Julian)Yes you are! (Grace)You are my saving Grace. Without you, I would never have known love. And I would never have known me again. (Julian)”

“Besides, my drinking blood's not nearly as weird as that time I caught you shaving your legs.""I was curious!”

“I want them to lose themselves with me. In me. I kiss them like my only job is to make them feel that this is worth their time. So they leave with a smile, not a regret.I want them to smile and believe it because I know how good the exhale feels. The feeling that makes you re-think your future that I could one day be a father to your children. I want you to believe that even if it's not true. Because despite my flaws and shortcomings, genetics and history, I want you to leave with an ideal. A dream of what could be. A perfect moment. And I know I could never measure up to the man you think I am. But for that evening, in that bed, legs entwined while the warm post-glow sweat cools... I want to be worth it. In your eyes, I hope I'm worth it.”

“Any man who doesn't believe in carrying weapons on a first date is not a man worth knowing.”