Mucho Mojo

I like ambition. I like someone who gets up in the morning and has a purpose. A real purpose. I have one. I want whoever I love to have one." "I always look forward to breakfast.

There's no one more obnoxious and self-righteous than the self-made man. And no one more admirable.

Aren't you embarrassed undressing in front of a queer?" Leonard said. "All you know, I might be sizing up your butthole." "Just call me a tease.

You want to know what I'm wearing?" "Not unless you think it'll really get me excited." "I'm afraid clothes have to have women in them for you to get excited." "Maybe you could talk in a high voice." "Cut through the shit, Hap.

You're brooding, Leonard, my friend. What's the problem?" "I blew it with Fitzgerald." "I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit. It was more like a nuclear disaster.

Hap, even tough I'm a racist castrating bitch that wants you to be better than you are, wants you to do something with your life besides be a knockabout, do you think you could find it in your heart, in your itty-bitty white man's dick, to get a hard-on for me? In other words, want to fuck?