Johnny Fletcher

You are Johnny's lover, the only on he's ever truly treated right.

"I don't mean that to sound Homer-phobic. I mean, I like The Iliad. And The Odyssey."

"I know it's a bit cheeky, but, uh, I'm a cheeky young monkey."

"Well listen luv, it's like this - I find you attractive. Very attractive."

"You can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs. And humanity is just a cracked egg. And the omelet stinks."

"Well, I was standing over there, but that didn't seem to be working out for me, so I moved over here, but this one isn't much better."

"Well, basically, there was this little dot, right? And the dot went bang and the bang expanded. Energy formed into matter, matter cooled, matter lived, the amoeba to fish, to fish to fowl, to fowl to frog, to frog to mammal, the mammal to monkey, to monkey to man, amo amas amat, quid pro quo, memento mori, ad infinitum, sprinkle on a little bit of grated cheese and leave under the grill till Doomsday."

"Have you ever thought, right, but you don't know, but you may have already lived the happiest day in your whole fuckin' life and all you have left to look forward to is sickness and purgatory?"

"I've got an infinite number of places to go, the problem is where to stay."

"Was I bored? No, I wasn't fuckin' bored. I'm never bored. That's the trouble with everybody - you're all so bored. You've had nature explained to you and you're bored with it, you've had the living body explained to you and you're bored with it, you've had the universe explained to you and you're bored with it. So now you want cheap thrills and like plenty of them, and it don't matter how tawdry or vacuous they are as long as it's new, as long as it's new, as long as it flashes and fuckin' bleeps in forty fuckin' different colors. So whatever else you can say about me, I'm not fuckin' bored"