Jezebel: Now, you want to know what I find sexy?
Gav: I'm guessing stigmata. But keep it to yourself. I am immune to your persuasion.

Gav: Despite your . . . uh . . . overabundance, you must be chaste. Sans sex, you're nothing to me.

Gav: That curse you call "love" is an evolutionary throwback, doomed only to pain in modern society, like the appendix or armpit hair!

Jezebel: [[holding her left breast]] Yeah . . . something like THAT!
Rita: Jezebel!