JBW: We aren’t going for the art dumbass, we are going for the hunt.
Lupe: I’m in love with Liz Taylor’s robe. Totally freaked out by the kid blood bank.
Clay: Quit thinking about it and eat your juice and cookies.
JBW: Stay off the internet….it will just make your head spin.
Don’t bend over in room 64.
Getting high used to be how you imagined heaven…pure light…even in me…I got lost…kept climbing higher and higher.
Lupe: He was just numbing himself from his job…made me think of Lamar Odom overdosing.
Clay: Hanging onto your sobriety like it’s the last train out of dodge…bring him a ginger ale Cleopatra.
JBW: Skinny jeans is out, fringe is in…poncho’s are forever.
Lupe: I want talking with my eyes lessons from the Countess…call me Lady LuLu.
Clay: If you have lost one child, I would think you pay more attention to the second.
JBW: I made a rule to stay away from junkies, but I am going to make an exception for you.
Lupe: What took you so long….
Clay: I grew up…why didn’t you…kids are the best.
JBW: Jesus Christ, I would do me.
Lupe: #TeamBomer….It went from Hotel Cortez to #HeartBreakHotel
Clay: Ask nice and give a lady a drink.
JBW: I envy you…my curse was making my fortune too early…my point being are the appetites of the filthy rich are very specific, the differ from the common man.
Lupe: The founder, James Patrick March, is every serial killer in one.
Clay: I would like you to go first sir, so I could launder your sheets, but I guess there is no time for that.
JBW: Just because I am sucking on some dude, doesn’t mean I am gay….you want some…I would rather watch.
Lupe: He got his first kill from Vinder…LOL…the vampire Tinder.
JBW: You are the greatest serial killer of all time…how do you know all that….I googled it….that sounds obscene.
Lupe: Even serial killers need mentors.
Clay: Get your paws off me…I am not here to be a deposit in you spank bank.
JBW: He stopped their tongues from wagging…though shall not bear false witness.
Lupe: I don’t like how angry the mom is at Scarlet.
Clay: That will teach her to not wash her face properly before bed.
JBW: Why are you wasting your time on junkies…we only hurt ourselves….it’s not like breaking the ten commandments.
Clay: Now that is how Stella Got Her Groove Back! Everyone thinks your funny when you are young and beautiful, and then you get old…and you wonder why nobody’s laughing.
JBW: What if I told you Will Drake had to die…then you know the truth, the well is dry. You have been comfortable for far too long…you need to burn, so you can rise. I will call you later…btw, you’re hard.
Lupe: She’s a blood digger.
Clay: Maybe you should get a real drink…it’s obvious you need one.
JBW: Don’t haunt my hallways, bitch!
Lupe: Hotel-NoTel…that hive ain’t got room for two Queen B’s. #ThatDingoGotMyBabies
Clay: She dumped me last Tuesday.
JBW: And I have a floppy appendage between my legs that keeps me from wearing a pencil skirt.
Lupe: Well now there is some twisted poetic justice.
Clay: Does this belt go with this bag?
JBW: Help…there is a killer after me….and one in front of you too.
Lupe: Two infamous serial killers in less than three minutes.
Clay: She swore…fair is fair.
JBW: Why didn’t I pay attention…It’s like I am walking in a nightmare…Would you like a Sherry.
Lupe: Not the dog…. #MommaShowdown
Clay: It’s every boy’s best friend.
JBW: I saved him like I save all of my children….I saved them from neglect.
Control is an illusion…tonight I surrender to the illusion.
Lupe: I give them health, vitality, and everlasting life. #GiveMeSome #VampiressForOne
Clay: You are too drunk to see how ugly that woman is….I’m too drunk to care.
JBW: This is my problem with cops, you care only about evidence, evidence, and evidence until your evidence becomes a mistake.
Lupe: We are the Mount Rushmore of murderer.
Clay: Suck my left tit Clark Gable.
JBW: He is flying on an eight-ball of china white…this should buy me a year of being left alone.
Lupe: That was one hell of a trippy, scary, horrific hallucination John had.
Clay: You have to surrender, to allow yourself to be ripped apart. You will feel like you’re dying, and perhaps you are.