DOM, upon being dumbfounded at his armpit sweat: I'm a PIT JUICE HERO!
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DOM, at noon: It's drunk and I'm noon already!
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DOM, drunk at noon, in the hotel room, speaking to a pad of paper: Ohhhhhh, paper! Let's see if I can say something on you!! "Hi, Jen. From, Dom."
*drops pen*
OHHHH NOOOOO! I lost my voice talker!
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DOM: Let's go to the courthouse and get our marriage license. I wanna Nicholas Cage your ass.
ME: You mean marry me and get it annulled the next day?
DOM: No, I just wanna yell at you in there.
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DOM: Don't worry about dressing nice right now. We will do that later. Right now we are just fanny pack wearing terrorists. I mean... tourists.
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DOM, feeding me at the Luxor dinner buffet: Open up, I'm about to put the Chiudioni Express in your mouth.
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