Harry: Still gay? Perry: Me? No. I'm knee-deep in pussy. I just like the name so much, I can't get rid of it.
Harry: Wow, I feel sore. I mean physically, not like a guy who's angry in a movie in the 1950's.
Harry: Is she dead? Perry: No, she's just resting her eyes for a minute. Of course she's fucking dead, her neck's broken.
Perry: Merry Christmas, sorry I fucked you over. Harry: No problem. Don't quit your gay job.
Perry: I'd understand if you wanted to take a swing at me... Perry: [Harry lands a quick punch to Perry's chin] You fuck!
Perry: You think that's funny huh? I'm going to break your nose now. [nonchalantly pistol whips the guy in the nose]
I’ve been kissed by men who did a very good job. But they don’t give kissing their whole attention. They can’t. No matter how hard they try parts of their minds are on something else. Missing the last bus—or their chances of making the gal—...
Wet kisses are the messengers of the heart.
Never let a fool kiss you, or a kiss fool you.
I waited for my first kiss.
Anybody with money can put on a KISS show, but they can't be KISS.
I kissed him hard. The few people in the bar must have been thinking that all they were seeing was just a kiss. They didn't know that this kiss stood for my whole life - and his life, as well. The life of anyone who has waited, dreamed, and searched ...
Poetry Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle— Why not I w...
It's an innocent kiss at first. Soft lips meeting; a gentle pressure that creates a slow burn. The type of kiss you give to someone that means something. This isn't the type of kiss to be wasted on me.
Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she’d never even suspected that it could feel this way.
This is the first kiss that we’re both fully aware of… This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another.
When a guy like that kisses you, it doesn’t matter if you’re important or special. All that matters is that it’s you he’s kissing, and man, was he kissing the shit out of you.
I could kiss that girl. And ya know what? I will kiss that girl. As soon as I get back to school, I'm gonna grab her, and I'm gonna kiss her.
If you ask me to kiss you, I will,” he says. His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames. “Kiss me,” I say. He does.
I spent most of my life believing there would never be a Prince Charming out there for me. Kissing toads can have that effect on a girl.
What do you mean fainted? Took a dive, kissed the pavement. Swooned like a southern belle after her first kiss. Had a dreadful case of the vapors.
