Justin Dialouge

[kingofbabylon]

Justin: Sign this.
To Brian Kinney.
Please accept my apologies for what i wrote about you.
I'm a sucking sack of shit.
Love & Luck,
Howie.

Justin: I'm not interested.
Brian: You don't even know what it is
Justin: Sure I do. It's false hope.

Justin: Not going to the hetero-hop with a bunch of beer chugging breeders.

Justin: Man cannot live on the backroom of Babylon alone.

Brian: The hell if we're going to stand around bare-assed in the back of an 18-wheeler while it's 12 degrees.
Justin: I could always make my mother's meatloaf, honey. Then we could look at photos from when we took the kids to Disney World.

Justin: Last night I dreamt about him again. He somehow learned how to levitate and we were fucking midair.
Daphne: What do you think that means?
Justin: That I need to see a shrink?

Justin: That's the magic of ecstasy - everyone looks good.

Justin: So what do you do when you realize you made the biggest fucking mistake of your pathetic, stupid life?

Michael: [ calls at 4am to tell about an idea ]
Justin: You freak

Justin: I don't generally like discussing kink on an empty stomach.

Ethan: At least now I know why you're with him. God, he's beautiful. He must be great in bed.
Justin: ...Yeah, he is. It's when we're not in bed that's the problem.

Mom: Molly says he asks about you
Justin: Like I give a shit?
Mom: [ some words go here ]
Justin: I'm not asking him for a fucking favor

Justin: And now you're ashamed? That I'm not the man you wanted me to be? Well. I'm the man that I want to be. I'm the only man that I can be. If you can't be proud of me for that, then... that's your problem.

Ethan: My friend wants to know if my imaginary lover will be accompanying me to his soiree.
Justin: Tell him I would sooner eat shit and die.
Ethan: He says he can't wait to meet you.

Justin: Chatting inanely about independent film with a room full of strangers?

Ethan's Friend: So this is the imaginary boyfriend. Ethan tells me you're an artist.
Justin: Yep.
Friend: What kind of stuff do you do?
Justin: Lately I've been manipulating the classical form with digital imagery.
Friend: Then you're not just a pretty face.
[ beat ]
Justin: No. I got a pretty big cock as well. And I give one hell of a blowjob. Right, Ethan?

Justin: That's totally fucked.

Daphne: Try this.
Justin: Smells like some guys I've gone down on.
Daphne: That is the grossest most disgusting thing I've ever heard, ew.
Justin: Thanks.

Justin: [ i didn't catch the begining of this line, yada yada ] -supplicate myself at his feet.

Justin: You would have told me that you loved me. That you would go on loving me even after I was gone.
Brian: Is that what you were waiting to hear?
Justin: Yes. But as usual, you never said it. So it's just as well that I go.
Brian: That is so like you. You don't hear what you want, so you leave. Try standing up for yourself for a change. Have some balls.

Justin: I gave it some thought. I decided you should take me back.
Brian: Oh?
Justin: Even though I have made a few mistakes, I think you'd be making an even bigger one not to give me a second chance.
Brian: I see.
Justin: 'Cause now I understand what it is you want of me, and I know what i can expect from you.
Brian: You also understand that you'll be expected to work long, hard hours, sometimes deep into the night?
Justin: It'll be a pleasure to work under you. Sir.
Brian: And you're never to play violin music in my presence again.
Justin: I promise.
Brian: Good. Well then. You can start immediately.

Justin: You were right. Brian showed me he loved me. Everyday. Even though he never said it. Even though he never will. I just didn't want to hear it.

Random Trick: Who's he? [looking at Justin]
Brian: Uh, that's a difficult question to answer, given the limitations of the language and conventionality of most people's thinking. Uhm. Let's just say... he's the guy I fuck more than once.
Justin: Unlike you.

Officer: How old are you?
Justin: 19.
Officer: Got some ID?
Justin: [ gives ID ] You were hoping for something younger?
Officer: You hoping to call your lawyer from a holding cell tonight at the precinct?
Brian: He's just a little rambunctious, officer, you know how they are at his age.

Justin: It's become a bonafide police state here in Loss of Liberty Avenue. Something's gotta be done.
Brian: Yeah. Me.

Justin: Your cock is really hard.
Brian: Yeah, try frozen solid.
Justin: You don't suppose my tongue will stick to it, do you?

Brian: Where should we stick it?
Justin: Hm. City hall. Police headquarters. Up his ass. Annihilate the fucker.

Justin: Riiight. You wanna have fun fun fun until your daddy takes your freedom away.

Brian: Another reason to die young.
Justin: Or to accept the fact that youth and beauty are fleeting. That time will inevitably leave it's mark. And that we should accept our mortality with grace and dignity. [ old dude gives him a creepy wink ] Until then, I could really clean up in this place.

Brian: So you sacrificed everything.
Justin: Sometimes you have to for what you believe in.

Justin: Now his high-definition ghost has come back to haunt you. It's very Dickensian.

Brian: Are you a top or a bottom?
Justin: ...Top. ...Both.
Brian: Oh, versatile.
Justin: And ambidextrous. Which was really confusing when I was little because I could never figure out which hand to throw with...