Olivia: If you’re here to preach kale juice or wheatgrass enemas, I’m not in the mood.
Norman: I’m…I’m your father, Roman.
Roman: What’s it like to finally say that out loud?
Lafayette: But if you keep it 100 with yourself and honest, then you know this is not the man for you.
Jessica: Because he’s the man for you?
Lafayette: If he is, what’s so fucking unimaginable about that, Red? Huh? Everybody else in this fucking town is falling in love and getting engaged and having babies. Has it ever fucking occurred to you that Lafayette, that queen that make all you white heterosexuals laugh and feel good about yourselves, has it fucking ever occurred to you that maybe I want a piece of happiness, too? No. James is a good man.
Jason: He’s a vampire, Lafayette.
Lafayette: Whatever he is. If you don’t love him, let him go. And I will take over from here.
Lafayette: Look, Red, I know this shit got to hurt—
Jessica: Don’t you dare presume to know me. You do not know the first thing about me.
Lafayette: And you don’t know the first thing about him.
Jessica: Fuck you!
Lafayette: Fuck you.