There are two kinds of women. The ones you go to bed with and the ones you wanna wake up with. Lots of the first, not many of the last. If a man's lucky, he'll find the last.

“Any one of those boys wanted to push me around, I’d say bring it on. Hell, I’d …”

“And into the darkness, to his sleeping woman, he whispered, “You don’t know thi…”

“…when you talk about Mike, you look like a woman who’s talkin’ about a guy she …”

“Shy, she’s yours, that’s what you say. Control your woman,” High demanded. “Get…”