I'm way past shooting for sainthood, sweetheart. God gave me a dick and I intend to glorify him by playing that organ as intensely and as often as possible.
“Liz Cruz” · Season 4, Episode 9
In this episode: Christian Troy (6), James (3), Sean (1), Liz (1)
Let's face it, Christian, not every man can appreciate the experience of a perfectly aged single malt. Smoky scent, sweet and salty taste.
Where do you get the balls to come on to me?
It's inevitable, you and I. The same refined taste, in Scotch and in women. Don't you believe in fate?
Only in Greek tragedy.
I believe in critical mass. Tipping points, tiny straws that can break camel's backs. You've been trying to show me who's boss for some time, haven't you? Well, now's your chance.
That car is worth more than $100,000.
A lottery winner once paid me 4 grand to ride my dick. That means you owe me $300,000.
Look at me, Christian. Do I seem like the cuddly type?
I want her dazzling enough that it would give my dick amnesia.
Sweetheart, you're two hours late. If you were a pizza, I'd get you for free.
Tell me what you don't like about yourself.
Just start at your head and work your way down.
I just want a little lipo and maybe some work around the eyes.
Oh yeah, that ought to do it.
Shut up, Christian.
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