Script VO 313
Loft:
Brian: The fucker didn't show up.
Justin: We can go back again tomorrow night. I'll dress up like a hustler, we can try again. B
rian: You looked hot.
Justin: This is going to cost you $100.
Brian: We were just pretending, remember?
Justin: Maybe you were.
(somebody knocks at the door)
Brian: What do you want? Besides that.
Hunter: I brought you this.
Brian: It's very thoughtful of you. Did you make it yourself?
Hunter: It's the cop's.
Brian: You fucked the cop?
Hunter: You said you needed DNA.
Brian: A cigarette butt would have sufficed.
Hunter: He doesn't smoke. I told you i'd do anything.
Brian: I got to hand it to you, kid. You got a lot of spunk.
Hunter: Holy shit. It's like the movies.
Brian: I don't recall a scene like this in any film nominated for best picture.
Hunter: I also found out his name.
Brian: Kenneth Rikert.
Hunter: I lifted it from the garbage when he wasn't looking. B
rian (to Justin): What do you know, they cancelled "gay as blazes".
Hunter: So how about expressing your appreciation?
Justin: Ooh, he already has three times with me.
Hunter: What do you bother with that for? How much is he charging you?
Justin: He refuses to pay though.
Hunter: I don't blame him. I wouldn't give you 10 bucks.
Brian: Okay, i think it's time someone was tucked in bed. And not mine.
Ben and Michael”s
Michael: You fucked a murderer?
Hunter: What's the big deal? I used a condom.
Brian: Well, your safe-sex lecture paid off.
Michael: Shut the fuck up!
Ben: Let's try to stay calm.
Brian: Yeah, the professor's right.
Michael: What do you know about it? You're the one who put him up to this.
Hunter: He didn't put me up to shit. I was trying to help.
Michael: You were trying to impress Brian.
Brian: Yeah, well he wouldn't be the first one.
Michael: e already has a boyfriend.
Hunter: You do?
Brian: In a non-defined, non-conventional way, yeah.
Ben: Let's not lose focus here. You need to understand that what you did was extremely dangerous.
Michael: This guy could've killed you.
Hunter: They all could.
Michael: Well, if you know that then why do you do it?
Hunter: I have low self-esteem. I was sexualized at too early an age. It's exciting, fun and a great way to make non-reportable income.
Michael: I would like an honest answer, smart-ass.
Brian: He just gave you one.
Ben: Well, we're not going to let you throw your life away. You're going to stop hustling,
Michael: you're going to take care of yourself respect the curfew, not sleep till noon.
Ben: Go back to school
Ben: think about your future. Hunter: Christ! I'd rather get killed and tossed in a dumpster than listen to the two of you. Fuck. Brian: Nice going, ma and pa.
Ted and Emmett’s place:
Emmett : Ted? Teddy. Teddy, Teddy, Teddy.
Ted: I'm not done yet.
Emmett: i know, but we we've been going at it for hours, baby, and i never thought i'd hear myself say this, but i think i need a rest.
Ted: Here. Take some more.
Emmett: No, i don't want any more, and i don't think you should either.
Ted: Come on, Em.
Emmett: No, I said i don't want to.
Ted: But wasn't it amazing?
Emmett: It was amazing, all right.
Ted: Like someone turned on the power and it went surging through every mmm, what?
Emmett: Every nerve? Every muscle?
Ted: You see how lucid you are? That's the beauty of crystal. It makes everything ah, crystal clear. Oh god. Oh, feel my dick. My dick is so hard. Let's fuck.
Emmett: Please, Teddy. I just told you…
Ted: … being able to share this with you means everything to me. It's all i wanted, for us to do this, together.
Emmett: I'm going to go take a shower, brush my teeth, get this awful taste out of my mouth.
Ted: What the fuck am i supposed to do? I want to come. Jerk me off at least. You think you can handle that?
Emmett: Maybe later. T
ed: Not later, now.
Emmett: Later.
Ted: Oh, god. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. That's it.
Police office:
Carl (to phone) : somebody'd better do some detective work and find it. I haven't got all day.
Brian: Your eyes are tired. You're getting sleepy.
Carl: What the hell is that? Uh, this newfangled contraption's called a "condom". You wanted hard evidence. It doesn't get much harder. C
arl: Christ, don't tell me you actually …
Brian: Not me, Officer Krupke. That kid. The one whose word you wouldn't take. Well, maybe you'll take it now.
Carl: What the hell do you expect me to do with this?
Brian: Test it and see if it matches the load that you siphoned out of Dumpster Boy's ass.
Carl: This so-called cop, has he got a name? Kenneth Rikert.
Brian: Ring a bell? Hello?
Carl: He was an officer.
Brian: He was?
Carl: He retired about a year ago, said he was under a lot of pressure.
Brian: I'm sure that murdering someone can be very stressful. C
arl: You don't know that.
Brian: Did he know Stockwell?
Carl: You could say so. They were partners for 15 years.
Justin’s School
Director: Having sexual relations with a partner in the firm, using agency resources to produce subversive materials in order to undermine a valued client. Mr.Vance was livid. Livid, and if this is true i don't blame him. Well? Is it?
Justin: I suppose it depends on how one perceives the situation.
Director: And, how do you perceive it?
Justin: Mr.Kinney and i had personal relations prior to my internship at Vanguard, so it's not as if i was fucking the boss. As for producing subversive materials, i made some posters based on my political beliefs.
Director: I'm not interested in your political beliefs or your sexual relations. I'm interested in the reputation of the school. Your behaviour has jeopardized the entire internship program.
Justin: If it's any consolation, i was doing a kick-ass job.
Director: You will therefore appear before the disciplinary committee to apologize for your actions.
Justin: You want me to apologize?
Director: If you care to remain a student at this institute.
Michael’s store:
Michael: Hello in there. It's me, Michael but you can call me "dad".
Melanie: You think this thing really works?
Michael: The article said that prenatal learning is possible. Um, voice recognition, names…
Melanie: Linz, say something.
Lindsay: I don't know what to say.
Mel: you don't have to recite the Gettysburg address, just say "hi".
Linds: Hi. This is your other mom.
Mel: and this is your concierge. I hope you're enjoying your stay. If you need anything, just holler.
(Emmett is coming )
Emmett: I'll come back later.
Michael: Wait, Em. You want to say something to the baby?
Emmett: I'm don't think his or her parents would like him or her to hear what i have to say.
Mel: Let's go. Bye, Michael. Bye.
Linds:See you later.
Michael: Bye. Michel (to Emmett): How long is this going to go on for?
Emmett: Until they apologize to teddy for not accepting his apology.
Michael: Well, what about your apology for calling Melanie a cunt?
Emmett: I'll apologize for calling her a cunt when she apologizes for calling me a silly faggot.
Michael: They are your friends and you know how much they love you and ted.
Emmett: Then they could've shown some understanding. So he used crystal. Okay? I mean, he's hardly the only one. I'm sure half the people in this community have tried it.
Michael: I haven't.
Emmett: Well, if you had, maybe you'd realize it's not such a big deal.
Michael: What, are you saying… don't tell me. You didn't.
Emmett: It just happened.
Michael: Taking crystal does not just happen.
Emmett: I thought that if i did it with him, he would know that i'm not being judgemental or disapproving, like everyone else. Okay? That he would trust me and know that i love him, so that when i asked him to stop he would.
Michael: And did he say he would stop?
Emmett: He said that he never felt so close to anyone in his life and that he can't wait for us to do it again.
In the street:
Justin: They want me to appear in front of the disciplinary committee and apologize, like i did something wrong.
Brian: Well, didn't you?
Justin: You agree with them?
Brian: If someone had told me what you were up to, i would have fired your ass if i didn't have my dick inside it.
Justin: But i'm not sorry for anything.
Brian: I'm not saying you should be sorry. I'm just saying you should apologize.
Justin: Just give in to them? Roll over?
Brian: Well, do you want to finish your education and get a degree? Get a good job and be rich?
Justin: I don't care about money.
Brian: Okay, do you want to have the freedom to create whatever you want without having to answer to anyone?
Justin: Who doesn't?
Brian: Well, then you care about the money so you should go apologize. Not for them. For you.
Liberty Dîner:
Debbie: Well, detective Horvath. Out of all the places in greater Pittsburgh, what brings you to our humble little establishment?
Carl: I have a date.
Debbie: Oh.
Carl: And here he is.
Debbie; What, did you convert him?
Brian: Coffee, Deb, please.
Carl: You were right.
Brian: Those are my three favourite words after "nine inches cut".
Debbie: About what?
Brian: The cream. Debbie: What, did it turn?
Carl: It matches that found in Jason Kemp's rectum.
Debbie: For your information, i just poured it.
Carl: I'm referring to a sperm sample from an officer this kid hunter said he saw with the victim.
Debbie: Holy shit. Does that mean he's the killer?
Carl: It means he had anal intercourse with him on the night he was murdered.
Brian: Is it enough to make him a suspect?
Carl: Not necessarily.
Brian: We had a deal. You said if i brought you hard evidence, you'd re-open the case.
Carl: I know what i said.
Brian: Well, i upheld my end and so did hunter, now it's your turn.
Carl: Sorry, Kinney. It's still not enough.
Ben and Michael’s place:
Michael: Still searching for that exquisite turn of phrase that in five words or less expresses the essence of what your character's feeling?
Ben: I'm frustrated as shit.
Michael:cOnly four, congratulations. Now come to bed. It must be hard to concentrate on your writing or anything else for that matter when your mind is on other things. Hmm? Case in point.
Ben: Sorry, Michael, it's just that after what he did, it's obvious we're not getting through to him. He's still hustling, he's still coming home whenever he pleases, he won't even discuss the possibility of going back to school.
Michael: Aren't you the one who said these things take time?
Ben: It can't go on like this indefinitely.
Michael: Well, we're doing the best we can.
Ben: Maybe our best isn't good enough. Maybe he'd be better off with someone else.
Michael: There isn't anyone else. It's just us.
Ben: And we're in over our heads, thanks to me because i had to save the world.
Michael: Not the world, just one kid.
Ben: Michael, we're not helping him. And what's more, he doesn't want our help. So i think we should just admit our failure and let him go.
Into the bar:
Men (to Rikert): That's a bit steep. Come on. It's only 100 bucks. You'll have a good time. Brian (to the barman): Your very best scotch, in a clean glass. (to Rikert) Another one of those?
Rikert: I don't accept drinks from strangers. .
Brian: That must be the first time those words have been spoken in here.
Rikert: You're the asshole from the other night.
Brian: You have a good memory. I'm impressed. Say, while you're at it you remember him?
Rikert: Can't say i do.
Brian: He used to come here. He had a really hot ass.
Rikert: I Wouldn't know.
Brian: That's strange 'cause cops found your load up it. Hey, where're you going?... Your drink just got here.
Rikert: I don't know who the hell you are, or what the fuck you're up to
Brian: yeah, how rude of me not to introduce myself. Brian Kinney, concerned citizen.
Rikert: You've got the wrong guy.
Brian: Forgive me.
I thought that you were Kenneth Rikert, 1737Vista court Lane. that kid you picked up out fron the other night? What a rascal. He also snatched the condom you used and guess what? Police did a little science project and, uh, your little swimmers, and the ones they found in Dumpster Boy's ass are members of the same team. Bottoms up. So just out of curiosity, why'd you kill him? What? an accident? Things get a little out of hand? Did he figure out you're a cop, and try and blackmail you? I mean, that must be why you resigned. Was that your idea or Stockwell's?
Rikert: Shut up.
Brian: Did you go to him and confess the whole thing? He promised to protect you if you quit the force? That's real loyalty. On the other hand, maybe he figured if it came out that his friend and partner is a murderer and a fag, it might kill, so to speak his chance to be mayor.
Rikert: I said shut up.
Brian: I'm sure if you were to confess, everyone would be more than sympathetic. After all, you wanted to do the right thing, right?
Michael and Ben’s place:
Ben: We'll wish him luck and say we think this is the best thing for all of us.
Michael: I guess.
Ben: Hey. Did you want some breakfast?
Hunter: I already ate.
Michael: I didn't see any dirty dishes in the sink.
Hunter: That's because i washed them.
Ben: You also washed your hair.
Hunter: Yeah.
Michael: What's the occasion?
Hunter: Got a date with a high school principal.
Michael: I'm sure the kids' parents would love to hear that.
Hunter: I'm thinking about going back to school.
Ben: Really? That is, uh, you're not you're not just saying that?
Michael: There's no harm checking it out.
Ben: Right.
At restaurant:
Emmett: There you are.
Ted: Whoo-hoo, would you look at this place. Didn't realize it was going to be so fancyschmancy.
Emmett: Yeah, i brought a client here and just fell in love with the place. They make a fennel phyllo pie that is to die for. What do you want for lunch?
Ted: Nothing for me. E
mmett: You have to eat.
Ted: No, i'll just watch your fennel phyllo feed fest.
Emmett: So, where you been? Ted: Visiting a friend. Emmett: Michael? Brian?
Ted: No, Mark. Emmett: Young doctor crystal.
Ted: So we do a little Tina.
Emmett: Since when are we on a firstname basis with illegal substances?
Ted: You loved it too.
Emmett: You know, what? I i didn't love it. I only did it to make you happy and i'm never doing it again. Where the hell's that goddamn waiter?
Ted: It wasn't so long ago you were a goddamn waiter and a maid and a porn star but now, of course, planning parties for everyone in town. Hey, how about you throw a party for me? unless, of course, i'm not good enough.
Emmett: Who said anything about not good enough..?
Ted: if you love me, then you'll throw me a party.
Emmett: Fine. You want a party, i'll give you a party.
Ted: I'm honored.
Emmett: So, what kind do you want?
Ted: Oh, i don't know. Small, intimate affair, tomorrow night. For say, six of my closest friends so everything must, must, must, be perfect. Am i making myself clear?
Emmett: Crystal clear.
Ted: Excellent then i'll leave it in your capable hands. Oh, at last, the goddamn waiter.
Debbie’s home:
Debbie: Who you got a date with this time? Vic?
Carl: I was hoping you.
Debbie: Not interested.
Carl: Will you listen?
Debbie: Talk fast. I got ice cream melting.
Carl: Since when is ice cream on your diet?
Debbie: Since when is what i eat any of your business?
Carl: Look, i just want to explain
Debbie: yeah, well, save your breath and your explanations.
Carl: Debbie, honey, please…
Debbie: don't you call me honey.
Carl: Look, i'm sorry, but you've got to understand…
Debbie: yeah, that with all the fucking evidence in the world staring you right in the face, you still refuse to open the case.
Carl: Look, if i proceed with this investigation, and it turns out that Stockwell is only trying to protect his former partner, not to mention him
Debbie: you'd be a hero.
Carl: I'd be a dead man. At least as far as my future with the Pittsburgh P.D. is concerned. I've been with the force for 24 years. I can retire soon. I just want to collect my pension and go home.
Debbie: Then by all means, Carl, that's what you should do. Go plant tomatoes in your garden and watch the game from your Barcalounger. Now, if you'll excuse me, i do have a date with a pint of chocolate chocolate chip.
In the street , next the college:
Michael: Can you believe all these forms? You'd think we were applying for a bank loan.
Ben: Or citizenship.
Hunter: Hey, watch where you're going asshole!
Michael: Making friends already?
Ben: At least now we finally get to know all about you.
Michael: Name?
Hunter: Hunter.
Michael: Hunter what?
Hunter: Just hunter.
Michael: You think you're an aging rock diva?
Hunter: Last names tend to get in the way of my work.
Ben: From now on, the only work you're doing is homework. Out with it.
Hunter: James “Hunter” Montgomery.
Michael: Nice to meet you, Jimmy.
Hunter: Shut up. Ben: When were you born?
Hunter: I wasn't born. My mother was too drunk to give birth, so i was delivered.
Michael: Last tuesday? You had a birthday last week and you didn't tell us?
Ben: We could've done something to celebrate.
Hunter: Like blow out a candle? I blew three tricks that day. Made 150 bucks. That's what i call celebrating.
Stockwell’s office:
Man: The press has endorsed your candidacy.
Woman: And the polls all favour you to win.
Man: It's practically a shoo-in.
Stockwell: We all know the last week of a campaign, anything can happen. Let's not count our votes until they're counted. (to a woman)Send him in. Would you excuse me?
Man: Sure.
(Brian is coming)
Stockwell: Thanks for stopping by.
Brian: Anytime, Jim. So what can i do for you?
Stockwell: I was thinking more of what i could do for you.
Brian: Even better.
Stockwell: I'm sure you've been following the campaign.
Brian: No, actually, i've been so busy shopping and blow-drying my hair.
Stockwell: They're predicting this time next week, i'll be the new mayor of Pittsburgh.
Brian: Well, what do you know? You did it.
Stockwell: Thanks, in no small part, to you. Have a seat.
Brian: I'll stand.
Stockwell:I asked to see you because i wanted to say how much i regret what happened.
Brian: That's very classy of you.
Stockwell: And that perhaps i acted in haste, misjudged the situation.
Brian: No apologies. No regrets.
Stockwell:We made a great team. You did me a great service.
Brian: Are you offering me my job back?
Stockwell: I'm offering you a future. There's a lot i can do. even more than before.
Brian: How's that?
Stockwell: You always wanted my backers for your client list. I can still deliver them and now you can keep them all to yourself.
Ted’s place:
Ted: Well, would you look at this. Some enchanted evening.
Emmett: Glad it meets with your approval.
Ted: Must be costing me a pretty penny, but since i don't have a penny, pretty or otherwise cost is no object.
Ted: it must be our guests. Hey-hey-hey. Guys, come on in. Come in, come in. Emmett, you know doctor mark. Come on in, guys.
Dr Mark: It looks like Elton John's oscar bash.
Ted: Thanks to none other than Pittsburgh's pre-eminent party planner and our hostess for the evening, Emmett Honeycutt.
Man 1: Well, if we're going to party, we might as well make ourselves comfortable.
Man 2:Hey, that's a great idea.
Ted: And if you're observant, you might be able to discern tonight's theme. See, all of em's divine creations have little themes to them. Hmm, i'll give you a hint crystal goblets, crystal plates, crystal nut dishes, crystal candlesticks.
Dr Mark: Then it's a good thing i brought this.
Ted: Oh-h-h. Oh, he's so much more thoughtful than flowers or wine, wouldn't you agree, Em?
Emmett: Where'd you get that?
Ted: Doctor Mark gave it to me. Dr Mark! I make them myself from my medical supplies.
Emmett: How nice to know our insurance dollars aren't going to waste. I hope, uh, everyone will try the asparagus and goat cheese souffles? They're a specialty.
Man1 :I think that pipe looks a little empty.
Emmett: Uh, there's also popcorn shrimp, and seared ahi, tuna
In the street (night)
Brian: …and no sooner do i talk to Rikert, then who should call me but Stockwell, wanting to kiss and make up. What do you make of that?
Carl: He had a change of heart?
Brian: Or maybe that after our little visit, rikert called his old pal, and now he's scared shitless.
Carl: Rikert is dead. I went to bring him in for questioning. I found him in the garage. He washed his car and shot himself in the head.
Brian: What a shame. Looks like rain.
Michael and Ben’s room:
Michael: Well, if it isn't Little Mary Sunshine.
Emmett: Little Mary Sunshine died. I'm a little marygo-fuck-yourself.
Michael: How was the sofa?
Emmett: Where's a good chiropractor when you need one? Sorry. What's that supposed to be?
Michael: It's supposed to be a cake.
Emmett: Why didn't you have Vic make you one of his?
Michael: Because i wanted an old-fashioned Betty Crocker triple-layer, like my mom used to make.
Emmett: Too bad it didn't turn out like hers.
Michael: It turned out exactly like hers.
Emmett: Well, let's see if we can even it out. Hmm, it's just like old times, huh? You and me, roomies. What's the occasion?
Michael: It's Hunter's birthday. We're we're giving him a party. Do you want to come?
Emmett: I wouldn't be much fun.
Michael: You know you can stay here as long as you want.
Emmett: Thanks, sweetie but you have a full house, and i have to face Ted. I spent the entire night on that lumpy sofa preparing what to say.
Michael: Think he'll listen?
Emmett: I don't know but he'll damn well hear me. Better. Now all we have to do is frost it, and hunter'll have a birthday cake that would make betty and your mamma proud.
Justin’s School: PIFA
Justin: I would like to apologize to the disciplinary board, to the faculty and students of Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts for any embarrassment i may have caused them. Also, if, by my behaviour, i have in any way damaged the internship programme i am truly sorry.
Director: The board accepts your apology, mr. Taylor. You've obviously taken time to consider your behaviour which, regrettably, you did not do before you acted so hastily and inappropriately. However, given the gravity of the situation, we feel some sort of disciplinary action is required. We therefore expect you to write a letter of, um, apology to mr.Gardner Vance, expressing your regret for any embarrassment you may have caused him or his firm. Furthermore, you will apologize to Police Chief Stockwell.
Justin: No.
Director: Did you say something?
Justin: Yeah, i won't do it. I will not apologize to Stockwell.
Director: I'm afraid, mr. Taylor you have no choice.
Justin: No choice? Yeah, that's exactly what he'd like me to have. He's already taken away my right to assemble, my right to fuck my…
Director: this is not about you being gay.
Justin: You're right. It's not. It's about freedom of expression as a person and an artist, without fear of censure or reprisal. That's why i will not apologize to him, here or under any other circumstance.
Ted’s place:
Ted: What, you're leaving already?
Dr Mark: I got a tonsillectomy in an hour.
Ted: How do you do it?
Dr Mark: As with everything, the secret is moderation.
Ted (to Emmett who’s coming in)Oh, look who it is. The party's over.
Dr Mark: The party's never over, and some friends are stopping by this evening.
Ted: I'll be there.
Dr Mark: I'd ask you to cater it but watching our weight.
Emmett: Nobody touched a thing.
Ted: It was too beautiful to eat.
Emmett: More like too tweaked to eat. This place reeks.
Ted: So where'd you go?
Emmett: Does it matter?
Ted: Of course it matters. You embarrassed me.
Emmett: I embarrassed you?
Ted: It was extremely rude for you to just take off. My friends think you don't like them.
Emmett: I don't.
Ted: And since when did you get so fucking superior? You think because you put a piece of cheese on a cracker and you pawn it off as chic that somehow you're better than everyone? Well, let me tell you something, no matter how many fancy parties you give, or how much money they give you to give them, you'll always be a piece of trash from Hazelhurst, Mississippi.
Emmett: I don't need you to tell me that, because i tell myself that every day, but at least i am not a tweaked-out, fucked-out crystal queen!
Teddy please. It is not too late. You can still be you again. My sweet, uptight accountant who would freak out if someone put down a glass without a coaster.
Ted: I don't want to be me anymore. Okay? I hated that person. For the first time in my life, i am relaxed, i am happy and i am having fun!
Emmett: You call this fun? This is pathetic.
Ted: Pathetic? That's what you think i am? You know what? I don't need you criticizing me, and making me feel like shit. Okay? I am beautiful. Everything is beautiful, and if you don't see it that way, you can just get the fuck out.
Ben and Michael’ s place:
Hunter: This is cool shit, dude, but i could've saved you some bucks.
Ben: unning for the door while you distract the salesperson is not exactly my style.
(Ben opens the door)
Michael: Surprise! Aren't you going to say something?
Hunter: What the fuck's going on?
Debbie: Sweet kid, isn't he?
Michael: It's a it's a surprise party.
Hunter: For who?
Ben: For you. It's your birthday. Now, come say hello. This is Melanie and Lindsay.
Lindsay: And Gus. Happy birthday.
Mel: Happy birthday.
Michael: And this is uncle Vic. I hope you like chocolate. I made it myself. Debbie: It's a Betty Crocker Golden Fudge, the same kind i used to make for you, honey.
Ben: Ready to blow?
Debbie: Bet you never heard that before.
Lindsay: Better hurry. The candles are melting.
Debbie: One, two, three
Michael:wait, wait, wait! You have to make a wish.
Hunter: For what?
Melanie: Something you want.
Lindsay: More than anything. Hmm. All right!
Emmett: Sorry i'm late for the surprise. Ted kicked me out.
Michael: Oh, Em. I'm sorry.
Emmett: I tried, Michael. I swear i did.
Michael: I know you did. I know.
Emmett: There was nothing i could do.
Michael: Come, come on, come on, join us.
Emmett: The last thing you need at a festive occasion is a guest on the verge of a nervous breakdown. So besides, i need to find a place to live.
Melanie: You can stay with us.
Lindsay: That is, if you don't mind a rowdy two year old.
Melanie: And a cranky pregnant lady.
Emmett: After what i said to you?
Melanie: No worse than what i called you.
Emmett: You were right. I am just a silly faggot.
Melanie: No. You stood beside your partner, no matter what anyone said, and that makes you a very loyal, very brave faggot.
Debbie: That was one hell of a surprise party.
Ben: Thanks, Deb.
Michael: Yeah, mom.
Debbie: Wouldn't you say so, Hunter? It was one hell of a surprise.
Hunter: Huh? Right on.
Vic: And your cake was superb.
Michael: Thanks.
Debbie: You're a good man, michael.
Michael: I am?
Debbie: I wouldn't say so if it wasn't true. Vic, for chrissakes, what's taking you so long?
Vic: I'm waiting for you.
Debbie: Bye, honey.
Ben: Bye-bye.
Debbie: Thank you. Thanks, baby. (they go away)
Michael: Did you hear what my mom said?
Ben: That you're a good man? I could've told you that. (to Hunter)You got some pretty neat stuff. Are you going out?
Hunter: Maybe later.
Woody’s
Justin: So the guy's dead. That only proves that he did it, and that's why he killed himself. To avoid disgrace and to protect Stockwell, who i suspect he secretly loved.
Brian: Leave it to a queen to turn anything into a drama.
Justin: What else could it be?
Brian: We'll never know. He'll never tell. J
ustin: So it's over?
Brian: Yeah. It's over.
Justin: No, it's nah. It can't be over.
Brian: This time, next week, Stockwell will be mayor and i'll be collecting unemployment.
Justin: I will be on the street peddling my ass or my art, whichever makes more money.
Brian: don't spend too much on framing.
Justin: They suspended me. Oh, don't look so disappointed. You don't have to pay for my education any more.
Brian: I thought you were going to apologize.
Justin: I did apologize, but then they wanted me to apologize to him, and i couldn't. I couldn't say "i'm sorry" to someone who'd rather see me dead all of us dead than be part of his "family friendly" world.
Brian: So you sacrificed everything.
Justin: Sometimes you have to for what you believe in.
(They kiss)
The end
