The Times Series
"No, no neon green bowties."
"Aww, c'mon babe."
"With aqua cumerbunds?!"
"And Fuscia Bowties?"
"Fine..if you guys what to curtial my sense of fashion expression..."
"Only for the sake of humanity."
"I thought your people were supposed to have good fashion taste?"
"Your people...Paul, gay folks are not a little Aboriginal tribe running around out in the wild with spears."
"Then explain your husband's fashion sense."
"Hey, I like fur!"
"Not as much as Jeff Hardy."
"Don't....mention..that..name.."
"Oh, don't tell me you fucked him too, Sean!"
"We were on a break!"
"What ever you say, you...sitcom-line-swiping-boy!"
"There, there; don't fight kids."
"Easy for you to say. You and Billy never fight. Your asses should sprout wings."
"Please! We fight! We have fights about issues!"
"Well, maybe we should fight more...This month's issue of Cosmo says that couples who fight together, stay together."
"Where?! In a counselor's office?"
"Well, according to this quiz..."
"Oh God, not Cosmo Quizzes. Those should be chopped up and used for kindling fires for the poor."
"That's only because you scored a 'cold fish' in their 'Big Mac or Fishstick' poll."
"Anyway...Sean, what color is Scott's eyes."
"Easy, Brown!"
"Uh, my eyes are hazel, chico."
"They are not! Look at me...oh shit."
"You don't even know what color my eyes are?!"
"Well, when we're together, we're mostly in the dark!"
"Uh...Scott, what's Sean's mother's maiden name?"
"Crandal?"
"No!"
"Well, it's something German...Beergarten?"
"Here's a good one; if your spouse-to-be's life was a Dr. Suess Book, what would it be called?"
"Ah, that's easy; Oh, Oh Oh! The People You Will Blow!"
"And what about Scott's?"
"One cock, Two Cock, Red Cock, Pennicilin block?"
"Hey, mine wasn't mean!"
"And how many people have I blown?!"
"Will the both of you stop it?!"
"Stop it?! He doesn't know my mother's maiden name!?"
"You cheated on me!"
"But we were on a break."
"Hold me back, Paul, or I'll make him look like those dummies; a torso with an ugly cummerbund!"
"Gentlemen, your tuxedos are waiting."
"Oh...Thanks...Hey, these are nice!"
"They are! Red velvet is VERY in season."
"Who picked them out."
"I did."
"No, I did. I picked out yours."
"Awww! Then we really DO belong together."
"I never doubted it for a second!"
"Will you guys stop hugging in public?!"
"Oh, go hug a manniquin, Paul."
"Hey, you finally made it, Sean! According to these tabulations, you're a Hot Slab O'Beef according to the ladies of Cosmo!"
"Aww! I'm a piece of meat at last!"
"Sure...'At Last'".