Quotes About Butch

He looks like a bumblebee caught under a glass," Lassiter remarked. Butch glanced over at the angel. "I know you're immortal and shit, but you better run like a motherfucker when you let him out." "You know, I'm inclined to agree with you.

Holy Christ! There was a frickin' melee in the alley. Lessers. Brothers. Two civilians crouched and quivering in the middle. And big bad Butch O'Neal.

Butch, I got sick and needed some time to regroup. But I wanted to see you. That's why I asked you to come calling when I ran into you back in December. When you said no, I thought... well, you'd lost interest. She'd wanted to see him? Had she said that? Butch, I wanted to see you. Yeah, she had. Twice. Well, now... didn't that perk a guy up.

In the process of terrorizing an article on spring training, Butch glanced over at Marissa again, and V knew the two were going to take off soon—but not because they were finished with their coffee. Funny, he knew what was going to happen from extrapolation, not second sight or because he could read their minds: Butch was letting off the bonding scent, and Marissa loved being with her male

Propping his head on his gloved fist, he muttered, "One of my old dreams just came true." As Butch's panic deflated, he rolled his eyes. "And what was that." "I just fucked you in the ass." Blink. Blink. And then Butch started laughing. "Yeah, yeah, good joke. Okay, what did Lass do now?" "No, I'm serious. I just screwed you. Badly. I'm really fucking sorry.

Butch came in from the kitchen, Bud in one hand, sandwich in the other. "Hey, big man. S'up?" "I want the two of you to chain me to my bed.

One thing was for sure: Her attacker had made a hell of a mistake when he'd picked her. The entire police force was going to be gunning for that fool when they found out who he was. And Butch had a big mouth.

Balthazar squeezed his muscle-loaded body into the chair on the other side. "Wow, this is a tight squeeze. And yes, please, on the nicotine." "You want I fix your chair?" V offered. "No," Butch said. "We're done with the redecorating. My eardrums can't take another round of that." V shot him a buzzkill glare and then got to work rolling one for Balthazar.

That's your truck parked up by the factory isn't it?" Magnus pointed. "It's awfully butch for a bookseller.

I don't connect to a certain girliness or talking about girly things - I feel unauthentic and uncomfortable in that world - maybe I'm just more butch than I realize! I have, however, been fortunate to have a number of great girlfriends. You don't meet as many girls as you do guys in my line of work, so I do cherish my friendships.

Dressing femme to the nines and then hanging on the arm of another woman all night—a fuck-you to straight men—can feel electrifying. And butch confidence, the grit to invert every traditional way a woman is supposed to look is wholly contagious.

Butch: What happened to the old bank? It was beautiful. Guard: People kept robbing it. Butch: Small price to pay for beauty.

Sundance: [to Etta] What I'm saying is, if you want to go, I won't stop you. But the minute you start to whine or make a nuisance, I don't care where we are, I'm dumping you flat. Butch: Don't sugarcoat it like that, Kid. Tell her straight.

I'm old, but I'm still cute and strong. And very butch.

a horse eatin' corn," Butch piled on instantly. Raymond