"Hey, Lovecraft... too bad you're losing out on your fee! With a client like this, maybe you already collected... up *front*, if you know what I mean."
—Otto Grimaldi, Cast a Deadly Spell
Quentin: So did Warren bang you?
Julia: [slaps him] You have no idea what I had to do to get what was handed to you on a plate. And yeah, I banged Warren. I did a lot worse than that, too.
Quentin: ...I'm sorry.
Julia: Not sorry enough.
Rocket: Well, supposedly, these bald bodies find you attractive, so maybe you could work out some sort of trade.
Gamora: You must be joking.
Rocket: No, I really heard they find you attractive.
Gamora: You must be joking.
Rocket: No, I really heard they find you attractive.
The whole point of paid sex is that it must be paid for. It is not mutually desired by both parties — one party is there unwillingly, in exchange for money, or sometimes other goods such as drugs, food or shelter. The person being paid must ignore her own lack of sexual desire, or even her bone-deep revulsion.
— Louise Perry, The Case Against the Sexual Revolution
Scrubba: I was looking for the prisoner, Lurcio.
Jailer: He's in there, but if I let you in to see him, er, well, what's in it for me?
Scrubba: That's up to you, isn't it?
