Apple/Contacts

Dwayne: You will be missed. Tear up the afterlife and ride the highway free, my friend.

Xavier: Lots of onions, please.

Eddie: I don't think he even HAS boot straps.

Luther: To trust or not to trust; great singing voice; fantastic hugs; married.

Phil: He wants to feed her.

Typhanie: Gotta get my estrogen somehow...

MoonMoon: Don't look him in the eye Don't look him in the eye Don't look him in the eye

Ravaun: What? Doesn't every biker chick have a friend who's a goth porn star?

Deil: Just met you, already like you. Won't give me anything, make me earn everything. Nice.

Dominique: Frozen lady.. I don't think I can get estrogen from spending time with you.