In the Flesh

Shower Prostitute:
You know the rules. For twenty bucks I'll shower while you take care of yourself, and for an extra twenty-five I'll get my hair wet.

Philip Kirsch:
I, uh... I... wanna watch you shave your legs.

Shower Prostitute:
No problem. That's my specialty.

Lt. Krane:
Mayor wants the gay vote. Everyone's lookin' the other way.

Bones:
Come on in. We don't bite. Unless you want us to.

Punk Girl 1:
Can't I get a beer?

Bug:
Not unless you grow a dick real soon.

Bones:
You're still just a piece of tail around here, even if it does come in red pants.

Grupe:
Hey, I'm just sayin' you can tell me anything. I won't freak. I saw The Crying Game. I'm cool with that sh*t.

Bug:
Hey, smell my finger.

Bones:
No.

Straight Boy:
Hey. Excuse me. When do the women get here?

Oliver Beck:
You're disappointed, aren't ya? Ah, that's okay. It's never quite as good as you think it's gonna be, but when you think back on it later - and you will - it'll be f***in' fantastic.

Oliver Beck:
"BOUGHT me?" You didn't "BUY" me! There's not enough money in the world for you to buy me.

Philip Kirsch:
Okay...

Oliver Beck:
You rented me for an hour.

Philip Kirsch:
[checking Philip's watch] Excuse me - 58 minutes and counting.

Philip Kirsch:
Look, I know this is weird...

Oliver Beck:
You're sick.

Philip Kirsch:
...but what's wrong with wanting to know you?

Oliver Beck:
You can know me all you need to for a hundred bucks an hour.

Oliver Beck:
Jesus, one lousy night, you're already following me around. Next thing I know you'll be boiling my rabbit.

Philip Kirsch:
Maybe you're just not my type.

Oliver Beck:
[laughs] Yeah. Yeah, I like that. Keep tellin' yourself that.

Lt. Krane:
No, it didn't "just sorta happen" - you just sorta DID IT!

Oliver Beck:
Yeah, it's me. In the flesh.

Philip Kirsch:
Actually - it sounds corny as sh*t, I know - I wouldn't mind holding you for a minute.

Oliver Beck:
[laughs] "Holding me?" Oh, man! Couldn't we just f*** instead?