I'm like the highest form of gay: I'm a drag queen.

You ask how many kissings of you, Lesbia, are enough for me and more than enough?

Kiss my lips. She did.
Kiss my lips again she did.
Kiss my lips over and over and over again she did.

Stuart: Will you explain to me what these lesbian and gay groups are doing in bed with conservative Republicans?
Lois: Getting reamed. But they seem to like it.

Cersei wondered what it would feel like to kiss another woman. Not lightly on the cheek, as was common courtesy amongst ladies of high birth, but full upon the lips. Taena's lips were very full. She wondered what it would feel like to suckle on those breasts, to lay the Myrish woman on her back and push her legs apart and use her as a man would use her.

No, I was not a drag queen in Brazil, guys. I was young and I had fun at a festival. Sue me for having a life.

The most recent obsession from the media claiming that I am a drag Queen or "performed" as a drag Queen is categorically false. The media continues to make outrageous claims about my life while I am working to deliver results. I will not be distracted nor fazed by this.

I went out with a promiscuous impressionist. She did everybody.

And why had Deb's last boyfriend dumped her?
I dumped him.
Maybe you didn't French-kiss him enough.
I promise you that wasn't it.
Tell me how many times a day you kissed, and I'll say if it was enough.
Four hundred.
Not enough.

"A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving; 'tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear."

What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel
So am I.'- Rudy