She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
— The Eagles, "Hotel California"
"And here I thought you were just another prepubescent pretty-boy!"
— Kefka to Vaan, Dissidia 012
“Lily, what the fuck, what are our lives, we're in like the Pinkberry of delicious men right now. There's, like, all of the flavors.”
— Mikey, Ain't No Grave