Peoria Babylon

Jon Ashe:
Candy, I just can't stand it here anymore. You don't know... you don't WANT to know what I have to go through just to PRETEND that there's a life for me here. I can't paint here. I can't meet anyone NEW. There's only twenty gay men in town. TWENTY! Even if they dress five different ways, that's just a hundred choices, and none of them even understand the rudiments of taste.

Candy Dineen:
You will have style coming out of every office you want.

Jon Ashe:
[correcting] Orifice.

Candy Dineen:
Exactly.

Matthew Perretti:
Don't you know that violence is the lowest form of communication?

Jon Ashe:
Something's very wrong here.

Candy Dineen:
I know.

Jon Ashe:
You don't suppose...

Candy Dineen:
Oh, Jonny, please, no.

Jon Ashe:
You don't suppose that we're both...

Candy Dineen:
No, no. Oh...

Jon Ashe:
...both fallen in love, do you?

Candy Dineen:
Oh, this is the worst thing that could possibly happen.

Matthew Perretti:
Jonny, look, how could I know that my getting engaged would bug you? How could I know that? But, okay, now I know, and I won't do it again, I promise.

Candy Dineen:
Well, I don't just string along men. I'm an equal opportunity manipulator, but I am sincere.

Willie:
Hey, maybe you could do us both. We're really experienced.

Jon Ashe:
ENGAGED! Are you out of your mind?

Candy Dineen:
I'm not gonna argue with you about this.

Jon Ashe:
Oh, yes, you are! You don't know what you're doing, Candy.

Candy Dineen:
Oh, like YOU do? At least MY lover didn't get me arrested - although I do suppose you meet an electric crowd in a jail cell.

Jon Ashe:
[correcting] Eclectic.

Candy Dineen:
Exactly.

Raul Kessler:
How did you get in here anyway, Tavi? Brad didn't say anything about, uh, people being in the house.

Octavia DiMare:
It probably slipped his mind.

Raul Kessler:
Yeah.

Octavia DiMare:
You know you run that poor boy ragged.

Raul Kessler:
Yeah, and maybe it was your tits that struck him dumb.

Jon Ashe:
Do I look like a trick to you? Do I?

[Matt says nothing]

Jon Ashe:
Oh, shut your face.

Candy Dineen:
Everybody thinks I slept my way to the top.

Octavia DiMare:
There are worse ways, dear.

[Raul makes an offer which Jon thinks he can refuse]

Jon Ashe:
Then, what if we say "no?"

Raul Kessler:
Fine wid me, but chu better plan on spendin' the next ten years or so in jail. And pack lots of lube - you're gonna need it.