Quincy Movie Quotes

The script supervisor wasn’t pleased, but Quincy told him that sex wasn’t needed to show love.” “Wow,” Josy said. “That’s deep. My name is Josiah Erickson, and I approve this message.

Maybe try the hipster ones.” “You’re so hot, I better date you before you’re cool!” Quincy shouted. “My feelings for you are one hundred percent organic and locally sourced! Are you gluten-free tonight, because I’d like to take you on a date! I’d still care about you even if you went mainstream! Roses are red, your shirt is ironic, your drink of choice is probably a mason jar filled with a vodka tonic!

Josy was certain of a few things in his life. He wanted to be an actor. He had an agent who cared about his future. He had friends he’d somehow managed to carve into a family. He liked weed and funky socks with animals on them. He was good at radio trivia (which for some reason didn’t translate so well to bar trivia). He had a bong named Vlad the Inhaler, and maybe his parents would never come around to seeing that while his life would never be what they wanted, it was still a life worth living. And Josiah Erickson was certain that what he felt for Quincy Moore went beyond simple affection. Regardless of what happened tomorrow or any day after, he would remember this moment when he felt so full of light he thought he’d burst.

What’s the last picture you posted?” Serge asked. “Umm… me and Quincy on set this morning.” “And the one before that?” “Me and Quincy having dinner last night with Gustavo and Casey.” “And the one before that.” “Quincy hanging from a tree branch, trying to fix the lighting the way he wanted. He looked so funny. I don’t know why people don’t believe in evolution. We obviously descended from primates.” “And the one before that.” “Me and Quincy laying in a pile of leaves. Oh man, that was great. We jumped in it and everything.” Xander sighed. “Now look at Casey’s profile. What’s the common denominator for most of his pictures?” He searched for Casey’s Instagram and opened it. “Let’s see. There’s him and Gustavo. Gustavo. Gustavo. Him and Gustavo. Harry S. Truman. The We Three Queens. Gustavo. Gustavo. Gustavo and Casey. Gustavo and Casey. A loaded pipe. The B and B. Gustavo. Gustavo. Gustavo. Wow. You know, for someone who hates social media as much as Gustavo does, he’s sure in here a lot.” “And what does your page have in common with Casey’s?” Serge asked. Josy squinted down at his phone. “We use a lot of the same filters?

Josy involuntarily took a step forward, barely able to stop himself from dragging Quincy to another room to build a blanket fort filled with pillows to block out the rest of the world. It was close.

Demi means you need to have a connection with someone before you can have romantic and/or sexual attraction,” Serge said. “And dude, you have a connection with him. Like a hard-core connection. You’re connecting all over the place.” “That’s not what this is,” Josy said faintly, though he was starting to doubt his own words. “You care about him, right?” “Yeah.” “Do you want to hold his hand?” “Oh yeah.” “Hug him?” “Such good hugs,” Josy whispered fervently. “Kiss him?” Yes. Yes he did. “Holy freaking crap,” Josy breathed. “I find Quincy Moore attractive.” Xander threw up his hands. “Good god, finally.” “I think he’s sexy.” “Good for you, man,” Serge said. “I want to put my mouth on his mouth.” “Okay,” Serge said. “That’s… good.” “He’s hot,” Josy said. “Like, frigging hot. I mean, the whole sex thing can wait or whatever, but goddamn. Have you seen him? I wish I was a blanket so I could lay on top of him all the time and keep him warm.