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Brian Kinney, a father?

It's true. I was there.

I saw it happen with my own eyes.

Talk about conceiving the inconceivable.

Or is it the other way around?

Would you give the guy a break?

Couldn't be any worse than my daddy was.

Or mine, not that I remember him.

So what's next? PTA parent?

Little league coach? Scoutmaster?

They don't allow queers in the scouts.

They're afraid we'll
induct new recruits.

I only go out with men
who already enlisted.

So, uh, who's he look like?

Well, he's got Brian's
eyes and mouth and...

Lindsay's nose.

Well, if he's got Melanie's
dick, we're in big trouble.

You should see the pictures I took.

He's so adorable.

In one of them, he's
actually playing with himself.

- Who, Brian?
- No, the baby.

Can you imagine, he's only
been in the world about an hour,

and already he's pulling his pud?

- Excuse me.
- Yeah?

Can you tell me where
men's jockey shorts are?

Aisle four.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

Well, that proves the theory.

We've all got dick on the
brain from womb to tomb.

Speak for yourself.

I am.

Yeah, go for it.

Are you watching that
filthy website again?

You can't believe this guy.
He must be at least 10 inches.

Ted? Ted!

Uh, can I put you on
hold one moment, please?

Yes, Mr. Wertshafter?

Have you finished going
over the Gropnik returns?

Oh, yes, sir. I just printed them out.

There you are. Federal and state.

Thanks.

You're welcome... Mr. Wertshafter.

As a corporation,

he has to start doing
a monthly declaration...

- Sorry. The boss.
- Shit! You better be careful.

The last thing you need is for him

to catch you on cumquick.com.

Oh, please, that guy's so
blind, he's yet to figure out

his wife's been boinking
his business partner

for the last five
years. How do you think

he's going to find out about me?

I'll catch you later.

- Later.
- Later.

Remember that story we
all read in high school,

you know the one about the
prisoners chained in the cave?

Plato, or whoever.

All they could see
were shadows on a wall,

so after a while, they started
thinking that was reality.

Well, in a way, that's what Ted's like.

It's been so long since he's had sex

with someone he didn't download,

he's forgotten that
all those perfect bodies

and perfect faces aren't real.

That no one's really
there. That they're only...

Shadows.

Then again, who ever got
anal warts in a chat room?

Michael.

The difference between
our beer and their beer

is that our beer says, "sex."

Not Clydesdales.

If you want to be cool,
if you want to be popular,

if you want to get laid...

This is what you drink.

Uh, but what about the model?

Are you sure he isn't too, um...

Gay?

Ladies?

I wouldn't care if he was.

I'd go to bed with him anyway.

What do you think?

I hadn't thought about it.

Hut. Hut.

Get him down. That's it. Come on.

Move! Move!

You guys show some hustle out there.

Let's go!

Guess what I was doing last night.

Sleeping, same as me?

Having sex, all night,

with that guy I met, Brian Kinney.

We did it till 6:00 in the morning.

Well? Aren't you shocked?

Not really.

Oh.

Well, I kinda figured that you're...

You know.

Even though you never told me.

I'm telling you now.

Want some of my veggie wrap?

Hut, hut! Go, man, run, run!

So what was it like?

Well, I started out as a tight end

but wound up a wide receiver.

- Ball!
- Ball!

Come on, where's your arm?

- Come on!
- Thanks.

Focus, you guys.

Thank you.

- Good to meet you.
- Thank you.

- Next time.
- Thanks.

Uh, he's... married.

Uh-huh.

With two children.

Ah, a family man.

Excuse me.

Could you, uh, tell me
where the men's room is?

Yeah, it's just down
the hall and to the left.

Thanks.

That's a long trip.

He might get lost.

I'm sure you'll show him the way.

There I was on my back.

And there he was on top
of me, slipping it in.

Hmm, that must have
hurt. Didn't it hurt?

Yeah, at first, it felt like someone

was shoving a broom up there.

But I told him to go slower, and he did.

Then I stopped thinking about
it when I looked at his face.

His eyes were closed.

His mouth was open in a sort of smile,

like he was in another place.

A beautiful place.

That place was me.

And his body.

God! Like, his body was so amazing.

- I could see every muscle.
- Mm-hmm.

He said he wanted to
stay inside me forever...

And I wanted him to.

I still feel him,

like, he's still there.

Christ, Daphne,

everybody talks about having sex...

But I really did it.

I had to piss during that whole pitch.

Didn't think I could hold it.

Your presentation was very impressive.

Think so?

Yeah, it was very impressive.

Well, I'm glad you liked it

because that's what we're here for.

To please the client.

- That's it!
- So, like, what is he now?

Your boyfriend?

We just met.

Well... Do you love him?

I don't know.

Yeah, I love him.

Does he love you?

- He said he did.
- When?

Well, when he was about to shoot.

He was moving really fast,
and he let out this groan

like nothing I'd ever heard before.

And that's when he said
it, right when he came.

He said, "I love you."

Then he leaned in and kissed me.

Well, I guess we better be getting back.

Yeah, I guess so.

It's been a pleasure.

It can be even more of one.

Excuse me?

You know, I'm never wrong.

- Huh?
- Oh, nothing, buddy.

I... I don't kiss.

Yeah, right.

Why don't you come
with us to the movies?

I told you, I don't want to.

- He doesn't want to.
- Come on.

We can go to the mall afterwards.

I'll buy you those jeans.

I don't feel like it.

He doesn't feel like it.

Would you get the fuck away?

He said "fuck"!

I'll say a lot worse if
you don't leave me alone.

Molly, leave him alone.

And your father and I have
asked you to please not use

those words in front of your sister.

She's not my sister.

She's a bacterial infection

for which I hope one
day they find a cure.

Tell you what... You can drive.

I don't want to drive.

He doesn't want to drive.

Are you just going to sit here all day?

- Are you?
- I don't know.

He doesn't...

Well, I expect you to
be here when we get back.

You hear me?

Come on, Molly.

...and now, back to our
feature film presentation,

Dirty Dancing, starring Patrick Swayze.

Mr. Novotny?

- Mike.
- Mike.

I was wondering if...
Well, you know those boxes

- you wanted me to move?
- Mm-hmm.

I mean, I don't want to seem
like I'm shirking or anything,

but they're kind of heavy.

Do you think one of the guys
could maybe give me a hand?

Yeah, no problem. I can
get somebody to help you.

Oh, that'd be great.

Okay. I'll be over on aisle 14.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Somebody should tell
her Princess Di is dead,

and they're not looking
for a replacement.

The boxes are heavy.

And there's nothing wrong
with asking for help.

I... you know, I think
she's kind of sweet actually.

You think she's sweet?

Well, I don't really
know her, but, yeah.

What about cute?

Yeah, she's cute.

Well, she thinks you're cute too.

She... does?

She likes you a lot.

but she didn't know if you liked her,

so I said I'd find out.

So you don't really
think she's stuck-up.

Oh, she's a doll.

You know, I never heard you
say you liked a girl before.

- Well, I...
- In fact...

I've never heard you
say anything about girls.

You... like girls, don't you?

Sure. Uh...

So then you'll come with
us after work tonight.

We're taking her out for a drink.

I don't think I can. I...

Ah! No excuses. Shoeless Joe's, 7:30.

And do something about your hair.

It was a trap.

Hey, see that number in the red shorts?

I could work out for a hundred years

and never look like that.

Pretending she didn't like her,

just to see what I'd say.

Shawn Peters.

Went home with him the other night,

thinking he was this brutal top.

- And?
- And I fell for it.

Turns out he's a big, nelly bottom.

I could have told you that.

Aw, it's so discouraging.

Are there no real men left?

And now they're
expecting me to meet them.

- Steroid city?
- No, in this straight bar.

Is there anyone here listening?

There's this new girl at
work who's interested in you.

Fat Marley tricked you into meeting her

and some of the others
for a drink after work,

and now you have to go,
or they might suspect.

Check out Mr. Pec-deck.

So what... If they do?

They could fire him.

Or I could end up an assistant manager

for the rest of my life.

And the solution is to
pretend you like pussy?

Ah, look, he's not like you, okay?

What is that supposed to mean?

Meaning he's not an obviously gay man.

Are you accusing me of being obvious?

If the fuck-me pump fits.

Well, I could be a... real man, if I wanted to.

You know, just lower my voice,

stop... gesturing with my hands,

make sure my face is expressionless.

Never, never use words like...

Like "fabulous" or "divine,"

talk about, I don't know,

nailing bitches and RBIs.

But I'd rather my flame burn bright

than be some puny, little pilot light.

And a fabulous flame it is.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

But Michael is out there
in the straight world.

Believe me, it isn't easy.

You do what you have to do.

I better go change.

For your big date?

Ooh, here's a sports mag.

Better bone up.

Just in case the conversation veers away

from Liza's weight problem.

Justin, did you hear me?

- I said you're not going.
- I'm going.

You were just there last night.

So what?

So I was planning to
take you and your sister

out for pizza.

You...

You know, I expect you
to clean up this mess.

I don't understand why you have to spend

all your time with Daphne.

Of all the beautiful clothes

your father and I bought for you,

you have to pick something
that no longer fits.

That is too tight.

That's why.

Justin?

Don't I get a kiss good-bye?

I expect you to call.

We need a secret code
word like "shazam,"

so that if I get in a tight spot,

you can come in and rescue me.

A tight spot. How about "butt plug"?

"Butt plug" might be a little hard

to work into a conversation.

Because that's what you are,

Pretending you're one of them.

I couldn't help it.

No, you could have told her the truth,

instead of acting like
a scared, little faggot.

You should have just said, "I
take it up the ass, sweetheart."

- "Deal with it."
- Right. Right.

By the way, I noticed you
got the Jeep repainted.

Great game.

God, this place is
like Breeders' Central.

Butt plug, butt plug, butt plug,

butt...

See you, Mikey.

I wanna watch the end of the game.

Michael. Michael!

Where you been? We thought you got lost.

Some, uh, last-minute business.

Well, slide it on in.

Harv... Move your hairy ass.

Thanks.

- What are you having?
- Uh...

Same as everybody else.

Good choice.

Uh, bring over another pitcher.

Hi.

Hi. Glad you could make it.

Hi. Glad you could make it.

I told you he'd be here, didn't I?

Not to worry?

I wasn't worried.

Now just make sure
he's not seeing anyone,

before you get all lovey-dovey.

Marley, would you shut
up and leave 'em alone?

You're not seeing anyone, are you?

Me?

- No.
- Well, that's good.

- I mean...
- I understand.

You don't want to get
involved with someone

if they're involved already.

- So are you?
- Seeing anyone?

No, we just broke up.

- Oh. Sorry.
- Oh, don't be.

He was a real doofus.

Only I didn't know it at the time.

There's so much you
don't know at the time.

Isn't that the truth?

Like, can you believe, he...

He didn't even know how to fix a sink?

Really!

He called me at work
saying, "what should I do?"

I said, "I don't care what you do.

Buy some cement. Get a cork.

Use chewing gum. But plug it up!"

"But plug."

Butt plug?

A million dollars?

That's the general idea.

A million fucking dollars?

Brian, please. You'll wake the baby.

Well, the answer's no. Definitely not.

I don't understand the problem.

I mean, Lindsay told me you
offered to help support him.

It was very generous.

Well, that's different than
a life insurance policy.

It's simply in case
something happens to you.

Like I'm decapitated
at a railroad crossing?

Or burned beyond recognition
in some gas explosion?

You know, I can just
imagine the grizzly deaths

you've conjured up for me.

Like in case you get sick.

Ah. Even better.

Considering your life.

I mean, when's the last
time you were tested?

Six months ago. I was negative.

That's 26 weeks and
182 one-night stands.

You know, I've always admired people

who could multiply in their heads.

And I'm always careful.

Look, this isn't for
us. It's for our son.

We need to make sure
he'll be provided for.

And all I have to do is die.

Hopefully not before
you sign these papers.

We won't be laughing
come Super Bowl time,

when we're up against the Titans.

- We don't stand a chance.
- Don't say that.

You've got to believe. Right, Mike?

Like Cher!

You watch football?

Constantly.

So, uh...

What do you think?

What do I think?

I think...

Due to free agency, we've
lost some of our best players.

Still, our defense is strong,
but we need a new scheme

from our offensive
coordinator to move the ball.

That's just what I say.

Hello, sports fans.

I'm coming to get you.

It's okay. I'm having
a really good time.

She's really, really nice.

She's really nice?

Do you think she and her
friends would be really nice

if they knew the little
charade you were playing?

They'd probably tie you to a fence

and bash your brains in.

They're not like that.

Not like that, huh?

Listen to me, Mikey.

- Are you listening?
- Yeah, I'm listening.

There's only two kinds

of straight people in this world...

The ones that hate you to your face,

and the ones that hate
you behind your back.

Now get the fuck out of there...

Because I need you.

Hi.

Oh, shit, just what I need.

What's his name.

Justin. His name's Justin.

If I can remember it and
I didn't even fuck him,

why can't you?

Because I did.

So, Dawson, how are
things down at the creek?

Thank you, Pittsburgh.

I love you.

You know, for a skinny white boy,

I make one fucking fabulous black woman.

How about another round on me?

I got a better idea. Let's move on.

What's wrong with here?

I've had everyone here.

Oh, yeah, my problem precisely.

You haven't had me.

Oh, yeah?

What? You never told us.

There's nothing to tell.

We were up in his room.

We were 14, 15 tops.

We were supposed to
be studying, whatever,

only we're not.

We're looking at this trashy photo mag

his mom swiped from the beauty parlor.

Anyway...

there's this shot of Patrick Swayze

from Dirty Dancing...

Without his shirt on.

So I got this hard-on
just from looking at it,

and I glance over at
Mikey, and guess what.

He's got one too.

Okay, you can stop now.

Twin stiffies.

I reach over, start rubbing it.

He's practically swooning.

I pop it out, start stroking it,

nice and slow.

And we're both this close.

Then...

His mom walks in without knocking.

They always do. Did she see you?

I don't see how she
could have missed it.

Only we didn't come,
so it doesn't count.

Oh, Dirty Dancing.

- That's a really old movie.
- What?

I said that's a really old movie.

It's not that old.

How old are you?

Uh-oh.

How old do you think I am?

33?

Fuck... you.

- He's 29.
- And fuck you too.

- What did you tell him for?
- Fair's fair.

We all know what that
means. In a few months,

you'll be 30.

Might as well be dead.

Hmm, well...

You ought to know.

You already are.

Oh, no, you don't. Come back here.

You're not sticking us with that kid.

He's your responsibility.
Now get back in there.

You know, I'm getting a little sick

of people telling me
what's my responsibility.

If Lindsay and Melanie want
to go off and have a kid,

that's their responsibility.

If what's his name,
Justin, wants to go out

and pick up guys while
he's still in high school,

that's his responsibility.

My responsibility is to myself.

I don't owe anybody a goddamn thing.

Calm down.

It's okay. It's okay.

And where do people get off thinking

I'm not a kind person?

Who said that?

Ted, for example, thinks
I'm a heartless shit.

It's your appeal.

Plus, he's just jealous

and lonely and...

I happen to be very kind.

Very loving.

Hey, Zack, how's it going?

Not bad.

How's Peter?

Still dead.

Oh, shit. I forgot.

Well, if anyone has any doubts

about how kind and loving you are...

That should convince them.

Anyone up for Babylon?

I was thinking Boytoy.

You know, I haven't been
snubbed by a twinkie in weeks.

What about him?

Well, we can't just leave him here.

- It's not our problem.
- He's mine?

No, Brian's your problem.

Let him clean up his
own mess for a change.

Don't waste your Friday
night baby-sitting.

I came all the way here just to see him.

He doesn't want anything to do with me.

Yeah, well, the thing you
got to know about Brian is...

He's not your boyfriend.

Brian doesn't do boyfriends.

Yeah, well, you weren't
there when we were doing it.

You don't know the things we did,

how he kissed me.

You don't know anything.

I know this.

Brian is a selfish prick

who doesn't care about
anyone but himself.

And if I were you, I'd
just forget about him.

Hiya, boys. Gettin' any tonight?

I haven't seen you around here before.

- He's new.
- And cute.

Every guy in the place has his
eye on you tonight, sweetheart.

Can we order?

Shoot.

But it'll be the first time tonight,

am I right?

I'll have the chicken-fried steak.

No remarks.

And, uh, he'll have
a bacon cheeseburger.

- "Please."
- Please.

You gotta keep your
strength up, sunshine.

You can't cruise all
night on an empty stomach.

What a freak!

Yeah, she takes some getting used to,

but once you do, can't
help but love her.

One chicken-fried steak with no remarks,

coming up in a flash.

Thanks, Mom.

You're welcome, baby.

I'm getting out of here.

Good night. Good night.

- You're, like, so lucky.
- I am?

Your mom's cool about your being gay.

If mine found out, she'd kill me.

At least it gives her
a sense of purpose.

I mean, without me,
she'd be playing bingo

instead of organizing
pride marches and...

Handing out condoms.

Do you need a ride?

Uh, I borrowed a friend's car.

Oh, you don't have a
little beemer of your own?

I'm working on it.

Just remember what I
told you about Brian.

If he's such a selfish prick,

how come you're always
following him around?

I'm not always following him around.

We're best friends.

We accept each other for who we are,

no judgments, no obligations,

no questions asked.

You're just waiting for him
to finish jerking you off.

- What?
- You never got off.

That's why you're still hanging
around after all these years.

Go on, chicken. Back to your coop.

And don't go looking for him.

It'll just make things worse.

Ready, sweetie?

Did he take off?

Just as well.

He was a little too young for you.

Should I invite my cousin Rita?

- Which one's she?
- You know.

The one with the, uh, overbite

who never approved of us?

Oh, her.

Might as well. She
probably won't come anyway.

Oh, that's my good boy.

You know, it's funny.

I used to see these
women feeding their kids,

and I'd think, "ugh, what a turn-off."

But watching you...

It's beautiful.

You can't believe how
connected you feel.

Good night, sweetie.

Next time, we'll feed him together.

You can give him my breast.

It's so full.

I guess that's all we can do for now.

Oh, 34 guests. That's a lot.

Not everyone will show.

Well, let's hope one
in particular doesn't.

I hope we weren't too hard on him.

Who? Brian?

All that talk about the insurance.

It almost sounded like we were hoping

something might happen to him.

We're just being practical.

I mean, he's the father, isn't he?

It only makes sense that his
son should be his beneficiary.

_

I'm just saying maybe
we should have waited

until he was over the initial shock.

What shock? You're
the one who gave birth.

All he did was show up
with his latest trick.

- At least he showed up.
- Christ.

- It never ceases to amaze me.
- What?

The way you put up with his shit.

Shh.

- I don't put up with it.
- Like hell.

I understand it.

- Him.
- What?

That he's a bigger infant than his son?

That he does exactly what he wants.

No excuses, no apologies.

I've always admired him for that.

Well, then you can put up with it.

I don't have to.

Come on, let's go back to sleep...

For an hour.

Yes.

So you going out cruising
after you drop me off?

No, I've been invited
to an all-night orgy.

Whoo!

Sounds hot.

And if you must know, I am
going back to my gay apartment,

taking off my gay clothes,

and getting into my gay bed.

You're in a mood.

It's goddamn Brian.

What did he do this time?

Never mind.

I wish you wouldn't let him get to you.

But he always does.

That's why I keep hoping
that you'll meet somebody.

Why are all the lights on?

Something must be wrong with Vic.

Vic!

Baby?

Is everything all right?

Just couldn't sleep.

- Hey, Mikey.
- Uncle Vic.

Are you in pain?

Yeah.

- Where? Tell me.
- My wallet.

- Holy shit!
- What is it?

It's the Mastercard bill
from our... our trip to Italy.

First-class airline tickets,

the Excelsior in Rome,

the diamond and coral
earrings I bought you in Capri.

They're all here.

The problem is, so am I.

Don't say that.

It's a miracle you're still alive.

It's a miracle how I'm
gonna pay for all of this.

Hustle?

Patrick Swayze is so hot.

I guess I'll have to take care of that.

Patrick Swayze is so hot.

I've seen Dirty Dancing,
like, five times.

What I wouldn't give to fuck him.

Don't say that, Brian.

You're so pathetic.

First I'd unzip his fly...

then I'd pull out his
king-sized boner...

Play with it, real slow.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, Mikey...

You have a woodie.

- I do not.
- You do too.

We'll have to do something about that.

- Hi, babe.
- Ma! Can't you knock?

I forgot to tell you
we're having a yard sale,

so if you want to throw anything out...

Oh, don't tell me you
still have a crush on him.

I'd fuck you.

Top floor. Come on up.

Christ! What are you...

I'm sorry. I... I don't want to...

You can't just drop by unannounced.

I just want to talk.

There's nothing to talk about.

Please? I won't stay long.

- I... I'll just... can I?
- No.

Oh, shit.

The door was about to
shut, so I... slipped in.

Penthouse. Not bad.

- Who's this?
- No one.

I have to see you.

I'm busy.

I don't mind a threesome,
although he's kind of young.

- He's also kind of leaving.
- Who's he?

Forgive me for not introducing you.

Justin, this is Mr. Goodfuk.

Mr. Goodfuk, may I present Justin.

The name is George.

Sorry. George Goodfuk.

You don't even know him.

Well, I was hoping to get to.

Now why don't you just scamper on home?

He's my stalker.

That wasn't very kind...

Sending him off, a kid that age,

by himself at this time of night.

Who are you? Father Goodfuk?

Oh, all right.

Make yourself comfortable.

And don't... steal anything.

Hey. Hey!

I just left a complete
stranger alone in my apartment

to come talk to you,

so don't run away from me.

We need to get something straight.

- You don't do boyfriends.
- Oh.

Mikey's been talking to you.

You'll fuck anyone.

He's ugly. You don't even know him.

- And I... I really...
- Justin.

I've had you.

What happened last
night... It was for fun.

You wanted me, and I wanted you.

That's all it was.

A fuck?

Well, what did you think it was?

Look, I don't believe in love.

I believe in fucking.

It's honest. It's efficient.

You get in and out with
a maximum of pleasure

and a minimum of bullshit.

Love is something that straight people

tell themselves they're
in, so they can get laid,

and then they end up hurting each other

because it was all based
on lies to begin with.

If that's what you want,

then go and find yourself
a pretty, little girl...

and get married.

That's not what I want.

I want you.

You can't have me. I'm too o...

You're too young for me.

You're 17. I'm 28.

You're 29.

All right. 29.

All the more reason.

Now go do your homework.