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Good evening, Mr Taylor.
Good God, you're the Queer Guy.
You can make me over any time you want, top to bottom.
Or bottom to top.
I'll keep that in mind!
You're Mr Popular.
Oh, it's amazing what being a television star can do.
I suppose you're looking for the other Mr Popular?
He said he has a surprise for me.
If it doesn't have a tight ass and at least nine inches, I'd be surprised.
His Majesty's new vip lounge, by invitation only.
Welcome, Mr Taylor.
How do you like what I've done with the place?
As usual, your taste is impeccable.
Some people might say that Babylon no longer serves any purpose.
But I find it still has 101 uses.
Maybe even...102.
Baby!
Oh!
So, pal, will you be coming home after school?
No, I thought I'd join the Cirque du Soleil.
Smart-ass.
Where the hell else would I be going
now that I've politely been told it would be best for all concerned
if I were no longer on the swim team?
Aren't there other extracurricular activities you can participate in?
You mean where I wouldn't endanger the lives of the other students?
Hey, what about the chess club?
Although I might get cut checkmating my opponents.
Would you cut it out?
No, why don't you with your fucking helpful suggestions?
ok, you two.
You can go around being pissed and bitter
or forget about it and move on.
It's their loss, Hunter, not yours.
Yeah, I bet they're all broken up about it.
Welcome to 'My Two Dads'.
Hey, champ. Fuck you.
It appears being straight doesn't agree with the lad.
I better get to class.
Can I give you a ride, professor?
Uh...no, thanks. I'll...grab a bus.
Gucci-Gucci.
Or if you prefer, Prada-Prada.
Where were you? Huh?
We missed you last week at Babylon.
Oh, right.
All your favourite superheroes were there,
flying around...fucking around.
Well, I was flying around myself.
Having a baby really keeps you on your toes.
Well, when you and Ben are through breastfeeding, you should swing by.
These are...fuckin' beautiful!
And I made you fudge.
Three kinds - chocolate, butterscotch and rocky road.
Jesus, what did I do to deserve all this?
If you ask me, you deserve everything.
Somebody win a beauty pageant?
Yeah, Miss Fat-Ass 2005.
You are not fat. You're beautiful.
Lady's right.
Self-deprecating humour doesn't fit anymore, so stop wearing it.
Thank you, Mr Queer Eye, for the fashion tip.
Well, I...better get to work.
You take care, hon.
Thanks again for all the goodies.
See you later. Alright.
You care for some? Loretta made it just for me.
Oh, how sweet.
So's this.
It's an expression of affection, not a bake-off.
Yeah, well, if the sugar content's any indication,
she's more than sweet on you.
What the fuck are you talking about?
It's as obvious as the colour of your...eyes.
Hello! The roses, the candy, the way she stares at you, unblinking.
Don't tell me you can't see it. She's fond of me.
This is her way of saying thank you for all I did for her.
Trust me, it's more than that.
Much more.
She's fallen in love with you.
That's impossible. I'm a happily married woman. I like dick.
You don't have to tell me.
You and Carl going at it every night. You don't hold back, do you?
There's no point in doing something if you're going to do it half-assed.
So what am I going to do?
Well, first you're going to put the roses in some water,
then you're going to freeze the fudge,
then you're going to explain to her as gently but firmly as you can
why it can never be.
"Listen, Loretta, I can't even imagine diving into a muff."
Something like that.
Otherwise, like any true-blue lesbian,
she'll be unpacking her off-road vehicle and moving in.
ok, you can pull up your pants.
What a refreshing reversal from the usual request.
So when did it first appear?
A couple of days ago.
Any idea how you got it?
Probably from pulling too hard.
It's not a blister, Brian, it's a canker.
It looks like you've picked up a case of syphilis.
Syphilis?
But that's so '80s.
1880s.
Not anymore.
It's once again all the rage, especially in the gay community.
Roll up your sleeve, please.
Think you can pinpoint who gave it to you?
We may have found the needle,
but locating the haystack's gonna be a bitch.
Make a fist.
It's always you straight-laced types who are into the kinky stuff.
Ow.
I'll confirm it with a vdrl just to make sure.
Then what?
Then we give you a penicillin shot. That should clear it up.
However, you'll need to lay off the sex for a couple of days.
A couple of days?
I realise for you that's the equivalent
of the time it took for the creation of the universe,
but I have the utmost faith.
You'll pull it off.
That's pretty much all you've left for me to do.
Oh, and one more thing.
You'll need to inform everyone you had sexual contact with
so they can be tested.
"Had we but world enough, and time."
Do you have an extra pen? I lost mine.
Are you trying to be nice?
Yes.
Well, don't bother.
Fine, if you'd rather sit by yourself.
You're the only person who knew about me. The only one.
And now suddenly the whole fuckin' school knows what I used to do.
Gee, I wonder how that happened.
I didn't tell anyone. I would never do that to you.
Then how did they find out?
My parents.
You told them yourself, remember?
When you hit your head at the pool,
they called some of the other parents
who told their kids, who told their friends
and presto, you're famous.
Yeah, I'm a cocksucking superstar.
Except I don't see anyone asking for my autograph.
My folks are assholes for what they did.
I said I'd never forgive them.
And I won't.
Now, can I borrow a pen?
Teddy? Don't turn on the light.
Where the fuck are you?
Where I'll be for all eternity. On the sofa.
I asked you to not turn on the light!
How am I supposed to see you? That's the point.
Still puffy?
'Puffy'? Yeah. I'd be thrilled with 'puffy'.
I'd rejoice with 'swollen'.
Compared to me, the Elephant Man is a supermodel.
Alright, you're always cranky before you eat.
Come on, let's go grab some dinner.
What, me? Go out in public like this?
What have I done to myself?
You've had cosmetic surgery.
Everyone who's had it goes through this.
But once it's healed, you'll have a fabulous new face.
I don't want a fabulous new face. I want my not-so-fabulous old face.
You don't mean that.
This is the worst mistake I've ever made.
What makes it worser is... Is that a word?
No.
All I wanted was to be beautiful.
Or if not 'beautiful', at least 'almost beautiful'.
Is that so much to ask?
Instead, I'm condemned to spend the remainder of my days in shadow.
Travelling through the sewers.
Like the phantom of the Pittsburgh Civic Opera.
Mortgage.
Phone bill.
What's this $1,200?
Oh, the water heater broke again and the plumber said
it couldn't be repaired, so I had to have it replaced.
Did you get other estimates? No, there wasn't time.
Here's the premium for the car insurance.
Wait, wait a minute.
Why should I pay for half the water heater,
considering I no longer live here or take baths here?
But your children do, and I pay for half of your apartment
and I don't live there.
I still don't think it's fair.
You didn't even consult me, yet you expect me to pay?
ok, tell you what, I'll take them down the river where I'll wash them,
and while I'm at it, I'll beat their clothes against the rocks.
You always have a smart answer.
The stupid answer would be, "Fine, you don't have to pay."
But you're not going to hear that from me.
I'm stretched to the limit. I'm sure you can find the money elsewhere.
Any bright ideas?
Go back to work.
Go back to...?
When you had Gus, I made sure that you were as comfortable as possible
so you could stay home with him.
That was a completely different set of circumstances.
Oh, how's that? We were still living together.
And we still loved each other.
I'll pay for everything else... but not the heater.
Mmm.
Taste this.
That's suspiciously good.
Did Julia Child leave you her cookbook?
No, Michael lent me one of his.
The little wives swapping recipes.
What's next? Mates?
I happen to like cooking.
It makes me feel good to have a home-cooked meal.
I even thought, silly me, that it would make you feel good
to have someone cook for you.
But if a home-cooked meal is so unappetising to you,
you are welcome to order yourself Thai food
for the third time this week.
I love your cream sauce.
Guess what's for dessert?
A penicillin tart with seasonal berries.
What? I said a penicillin tart.
I have syphilis.
Syphilis?
It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal?
It can cause heart abnormalities, mental disorders, blindness.
Thank you for the public service announcement, Dr Taylor,
but the patient's already been treated and cured.
All I have to do now
is refrain from fucking your brains out for the next 48 hours.
Make that...42.
By the way, you should get yourself tested.
Did you fuck someone without a condom?
No. Never.
Word of honour. Then how'd you...?
Must have been someone who sucked me off.
I'm surprised it hasn't happened sooner,
considering where your dick's been.
Excuse me, but you haven't exactly been a saint yourself.
In fact, I might have even gotten it from you.
When's dinner?
Yes, she ate.
No, she's not colicky.
Yes. She's sleeping like a...baby.
Look, Mel, I gotta go. Yes, I promise.
If there's a problem, I'll call.
Christ, she calls every five minutes.
She's a mother. She's a fucking control freak.
Can I be excused? You didn't eat anything. Eat.
No control freaks here.
Are you ok?
Awesome.
Look, your principal called.
I didn't do anything. We know.
He wants us to come to a meeting with some of the parents.
About what?
About what happened at the swim meet.
Oh, fuck! Hey, whoa, hold on.
It's not necessarily a bad thing.
And how do you figure that?
There'll be a health official to answer questions,
put their minds at ease,
and hopefully put an end to what you've been going through.
Like anyone gives a shit what I've been going through.
I'm coming too.
It's for parents.
It's about me, isn't it? So I have a right to be there.
Robin, cheers!
Hi!
This is a dyke bar. Why did you bring me to a dyke bar?
Think of it as your out-of-town tryout.
You're certainly not going to fuck anybody in here, right?
Yeah.
It doesn't matter what you look like or what anybody thinks.
Hey, you're right. No-one here knows me, so I'm safe. I'm anonymous.
Teddy!
Hey, Em! Mother of Christ.
No, honey, just of Michael.
What are you boys doing here?
Don't tell me you've developed a taste for snatch.
I could ask you the same thing.
I'm taking your suggestion.
Oh! Hope the fish bite.
You look pretty beat up, babe.
Did a man do that to you?
Huh?
Too bad I wasn't around to protect you.
But don't you worry, kitten.
That swelling's gonna go down, and when it does,
you're gonna be just as pretty as ever.
That...person...
..thinks I'm a lesbian.
My God.
What have I done to myself?
I'm going home.
And I'm never coming back out!
She just hasn't been herself since the hot flushes.
A lot of great-looking gals here, wouldn't you say?
I suppose.
I'm really glad you asked me out, Deb.
Look at her. Huh? She's...handsome.
All those tattoos.
I was hoping we could spend some time together.
Just the two of us.
What about her standing there, all by herself?
I bet she'd love it if someone took her hand and said,
"Buy you a beer?"
Yeah, I hope someone does.
Loretta, honey, isn't there someone in this place that tickles your...
..fancy?
There is.
Buy you a beer?
You know, I thought one of the benefits of marriage -
besides getting to have sex with the same person
for the rest of your natural born life -
is being able to let yourself go.
I'm sure you'll be pleased to know
Michael and I still enjoy looking good for each other.
You still look?
Not everyone regards marriage and monogamy as a death sentence.
For some of us, they're simply a part of growing up.
You mean giving up.
Surrendering to the straight world's conception
of what it means to be a man.
Can't be Peter Pan for ever.
You can try.
These days I prefer spending time
in a family room rather than a back room.
As opposed to those days?
When you preferred getting gangbanged
in the orgy room of the Liberty Baths?
Leave it to you to remember.
Leave it to you to forget now that you're hiv
and, oh, so PC.
There you go. Got it?
Well, I may not have stopped Michael
from becoming one of the Stepford Fags,
but at least I saved Justin from a fate worse than being a heterosexual.
And what's that?
An imitation...heterosexual.
Aren't you going after your prey?
I'd love to, Professor,
but I've still got another 24 hours until the syphilis clears up.
Now, I'm sure we'll be back before she wakes up.
Yeah, so just keep the monitor with you, and make yourselves at home.
Thanks.
You have my cell phone number just in case.
Don't worry. Alright, have fun, you two.
Thanks again.
Oh, my God. Ha, ha!
She's so cute!
She's practically twice as big already.
Ever think about having one?
Sometimes.
So what's stopping you?
I'm sorry. Did I forget to mention who I live with?
Did you ever ask him? He won't even get a puppy.
Do you have any idea how much Italia Moda furniture costs?
Anyway, now's not the time to have a life-altering discussion with him.
At least until his syphilis clears up.
I know last week's incident at the swim meet
raised a lot of concern regarding your children's health and safety.
That's why I've invited Dr Judith Davidson
from the Pittsburgh aids Project to speak with us this evening
and answer any questions you might have.
Dr Davidson.
Thank you, Mr Everett.
Unfortunately, there's still a great deal of uncertainty
and apprehension about hiv,
so I welcome the opportunity to not only inform you of the facts,
but to hopefully alleviate some of your fears.
First off, let me assure you that the risk of hiv transmission
from Hunter's injury in the pool is next to impossible.
In fact, it would require direct blood-to-blood contact
for there to be any significant degree of exposure.
That's comforting to hear, Doctor,
but that's not the only thing he's exposing our children to.
The kid is a hustler, a male prostitute...
Hold on! Do you mind if I finish?
As a matter of fact, we do.
I'm sure that I speak for everyone here
when I say we don't want our kids around someone with his background.
Well, you don't know a damn thing about his background -
how he was abused by his mother,
how he had to escape from a series of foster homes,
literally sleep in the street.
Or how he had to regain his health to catch up at school.
What is this? The plot to a Charles Dickens novel?
Your children lead privileged lives
and you dare to laugh at my son's misfortune.
It's ok, Ben.
I'm glad I came here tonight, because I learned something too.
Now I know how your kids got to be the way they are.
From you.
I don't know how you can be so casual about it. I'd freak out.
I did at first, but my test came back negative, so I guess everything's ok.
Next time you might not be so lucky.
I promise that I'll be safe.
I wish you could be more than safe.
I wish you two would... Settle down?
Get married? Be monogamous?
It's never gonna happen, Daph.
Oh. Oh, ok. Oh, my God. She's burning up.
Oh. I better call Michael.
It's ok. It's ok.
It's ok, sweetheart. It's ok, little one.
Fuck. It went straight to voicemail.
Um...
Shh. Shh. Oh.
This was supposed to be an informative meeting,
not a kangaroo court.
Please accept my apologies and know that not everyone feels that way.
Oh, it's not your fault, Mr Everett, but thanks for saying that.
However, we obviously have a much bigger problem than I thought.
In light of tonight's reaction
and knowing the ostracism you've had to endure,
you might wanna consider sending Hunter to another school.
I'm not leaving.
We should at least consider what Mr Everett has to say.
They can call me whatever they want, not sit near me - I don't care.
They're not gonna chase me away.
I got here as soon as I could. Where's Gus?
Thank God Dusty could take him. How is she?
Earache with a fever.
Poor sweetheart.
Have you been waiting long? An hour at least. It's incredible!
They see you sitting here with a screaming infant,
you think they'd have the decency...
We just got the message. Where? In Babylon?
Fuck you! Hey! Hey! Easy, easy.
We were at Hunter's school. There was a problem.
I'll say there is. She's been waiting over an hour.
There must be someone to talk to. How could you leave her like that?
After all the crap you put us through?
It's unforgivable. She was with Justin and Daphne.
What the hell do they know? Enough to call you.
You have no say in this, so butt out.
Excuse me? Don't talk to him like that!
We have another kid who needed our attention.
I don't care about your other kid, I care about this one -
my daughter, who is in a lot of pain.
I'll find a nurse.
All I know is the minute you have her, you take off.
Well, wait till my lawyer hears about this,
because this time, there'll be no settling.
We're going to go to court
and I will make sure that you lose custody.
You just try it! The doctor will see your baby now.
It's about time. I'm sorry, only one of you can go.
Oh. I'm going, I'm her mother. I'm going, I'm her father.
Yeah, some father. You say that one more time...
I'm going. You two can duke it out, start World War 3 for all I care.
Meanwhile, our daughter needs attention.
Flying solo?
Not everyone's as lucky as you to be in a...non-relationship.
Where's Pittsburgh's very own extreme makeover?
I tried to convince him to make an appearance tonight,
but disaster struck.
He saw a lesbian and went back into his hole for another six weeks.
Well, you can tell Theodore
unless he gets his hole back to work Monday, he's fired.
I'll be sure to give him the message.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have another urgent message to impart.
Half-price admission for all bottoms?
I have syphilis.
You have...? Need I repeat?
Well, this certainly hasn't been your year...dick-wise.
It's my responsibility to inform all of my former receptacles
so that they can get tested.
Wouldn't a full-page ad in 'usa Today' be more efficient?
I've always preferred the personal touch.
If you'd laid off the personal touch,
you wouldn't have to start spreading the news.
Hey. Remember last Wednesday?
I have syphilis.
Remember last Tuesday? Yeah.
Might wanna get tested for syphilis.
Hey, remember last week in the back room?
Yeah.
You may have been exposed to syphilis.
Fuck no! What? Dude!
Remember last Tuesday? Yeah, in the back room.
You got exposed to syphilis. You might wanna get the test.
Hey, do you remember last...
Fortunately for me, I've been spared that nasty rash.
Hey, remember last...
Remember, uh, that get-together we had?
I think I got syphilis.
I got syph. -Syph?!
Until now.
Oh! How is she?
Is she ok? She'll be fine.
They gave her some Baby Tylenol which needs repeating every four hours.
Every four hours. And Amoxycillin twice a day.
We'll pick that up at the pharmacy.
Ok, sweetie, I'll take you home.
I was just about to say the same thing.
Why would she go with you? Because it's still my time.
I say you've had enough time. We have an agreement.
After you practically abandoned her?
Would you please calm down? I agree.
A sick baby needs to be with her mother.
I am just as capable of taking care of her.
You've proven that.
Come with Daddy, honey bun. She's coming with me.
Would you two stop?!
I don't think either one of you cares about your daughter's welfare.
All you're concerned about is who has ownership.
That is not true! How could you say that?
And I've been a part of it.
Well, no more.
I'm withdrawing from this custodial circus right now.
Jenny Rebecca is all yours.
I just hope you spend as much time thinking about her needs
as you do about yours.
Hearts.
Made out of cherry Jell-o.
And flowers. They're edible pansies.
Not the first ones in here. 1100
Not the first ones in here. 1101
You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble.
Nothing's too much trouble for you, Deb.
Hey, you wanna go back to that bar tonight? I'm off at 6:00.
It's not really my scene, if you know what I mean.
Yeah. Too crowded and noisy. I understand.
How about we go to a nice quiet place and we can...
Loretta...sit.
I'd love to, but I've got a couple of Pink Plates coming up.
Betty can serve them. Now, please sit.
Your order's up.
Loretta, I am truly flattered and honoured
that you like me.
I more than like you.
I know.
It's just that there's one little hitch -
I'm not gay.
Although, God knows I could've spared myself a lot of grief if I was.
But, um, let's face it, honey,
after hanging out here all these years,
if it still hasn't rubbed off,
I think we can safely assume that, um...that it's not gonna.
I didn't think I was gay at first either.
But that's because I hadn't met the right person.
I have met the right person.
His name is Carl Horvath.
Well, I gotta go pick up... No. Listen, please.
Listen.
You don't really love me.
Why wouldn't I?
You're wonderful.
Well, I'll take the compliment.
But you just think you do...
..'cause for the first time in your life,
you're finally expressing the real you.
And I am thrilled for you.
Truly, I am.
But you need to love someone who can love you back...
..the way you deserve.
What are you doing?
Letting in some sunshine.
Light is my enemy. Darkness is my only friend.
I'll have to remember that.
What's all that?
Queer Guy is about to work his fairy magic.
Last time you worked your fairy magic,
I almost wound up engaged to Tanya the trucker.
First we need to get your hair back to its natural colour.
Would you say chocolate mousse or autumn in Umbria?
Look, Em, it's no use.
I'm a caterpillar who's never gonna be a butterfly.
I'm just gonna be one of those old men we always make fun of,
the ones who are trying to look young,
who are only fooling themselves.
Teddy, no matter what you look like,
there will always be one person who is blinded by your dazzling beauty.
We're just gonna help Mother Nature along.
So let's get cracking.
Give her a little prod up the ass.
ok.
So what happened? My parents nearly shit.
They did? Well, like, duh.
You practically called them a couple of fascist hatemongers.
Do you know what that can do to two lifelong liberal Democrats?
I was worried you might be angry.
Are you kidding? They so deserved it.
I'm just sorry you had to go through that.
But, um, I'm glad you decided to stay.
You are?
So are you doing anything tonight?
We could go to a movie or get pizza.
Or I could steal your father's car and we could drive to L.A.
I was just kidding. Hey, Matt.
Hey.
We're going to the mall. You wanna come?
Um...sure.
Oh. What a relief.
Thanks for letting me know.
That was Mel. Mmm.
She wanted to let me know that our daughter is doing fine.
Ah! That's good news.
And that I am an asshole. What? She said that?
No. I did.
You were just looking after Jenny Rebecca's best interests.
Actually, I was looking after mine.
Instead of thinking about what was right for the baby
or who she should be with, I was thinking about me.
So I've decided Lindsay's right.
Er, you're gonna give up custody?
Uh-uh. I would never do that.
But I do think that jr needs to spend more time with her mother
instead of passing her around.
So we need to come up with a new arrangement...
..one that's best for her.
I think that's a very wise and very loving decision.
What kind of behaviour is that for a proper married couple?
Improper.
Undignified.
Mmm. Fun.
Since when do married people have fun?
You oughta try it sometime. You might enjoy it.
Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys, guys! He's here! He's here!
Who's here?
Alright, it's not Dolly Levi.
It's only Ted, but I got him out of the house.
You should only know what it took.
So praise him and tell him he looks fabulous. Got it?
Ted, you look fabulous.
Ted, you look fab....
Ted, you look fabulous.
Ted... Here he is! Here he is!
Oh, my God. He really does look fabulous.
That's not Ted.
That is.
Ted! Wow.
You look 10 years younger. What a fantastic job!
Ted, you look fabulous.
I do?
What'd I tell you?
Well, er, drinks are on me.
To tell you the truth, he doesn't look all that different.
I never looked at him enough to know.
There's something around the eyes. He looks...rested. That's it.
It doesn't matter that he doesn't look any different.
The point is he thinks he does.
Ted can look in the mirror and see a new man -
a man with confidence, a man he likes.
Well, that's all that matters.
Get ready, baby.
'Cause when you come through that door,
you're gonna get such a big surp...
..surprise.
Guess you weren't expecting me.
I was just doing some...ironing.
I guess I got a little carried away.
It's the first time that I was able to show another woman affection
without getting slugged by Darrell.
And girl, you keep going.
I am. I'm leaving, Deb.
The diner and Pittsburgh.
Just 'cause I said I couldn't be the gal of your dreams
doesn't mean you have to go.
I know. It's got nothing to do with you.
Oh. No, it's me.
When I see someone or something that I like,
I get what you might call...fixated.
It's the kind of person I am.
I've always been that way ever since the shrimp.
The shrimp?
When I was a girl, my folks used to take me and my sister Janine
to the Ramada every Sunday night for the $8.95 smorgasbord -
kids half-price.
They had every kind of food you could imagine.
I won't go through the entire menu. Thanks.
But I never loved anything as much as the shrimp.
And I kept going back for more and more and more
and my folks said, "Hey, you know, try the roast beef,
"try the chicken cacciatore, try the stroganoff,"
and I knew what I liked and I stuck to it.
I know if I stay here, I'll never be able to move on.
I'll just keep loving you.
And that won't do either of us much good.
I'm sure, you know, if you try the roast beef, you'd like it.
It's ok.
Shit.
I'm the one who's supposed to be comforting you.
You already have.
I'm gonna be just fine.
I don't have a speck of doubt.
Since you won't be coming to my apartment anymore,
I thought you could use them.
You're not doing this
because you don't wanna be Jenny's mother, are you?
I'm more Jenny's mother now than I ever was
because now I'm doing what's best for her, not me.
Thank you.
I hope you know I never intended for it to get so ugly.
That's how divorces go - especially when there are children.
Why would we think we'd be any different?
Because we loved each other more.
By the way...
It's for my share of the water heater.
Ah, Liberty Avenue.
In all its glory.
Miss it?
It was my life for a long time.
Everywhere I look, I still see me.
Walking down the street with Brian.
Hanging out with Emmett and Ted. This way! This way!
Cruising some hot guy. Ah.
But I moved on.
So rather than missing what used to be...
..I look forward to what's yet to be.
Hunter?!
Hunter? What's going on?
Reconnecting with old friends.
Renewing social ties.
Want some?
No, we do not. Come on, let's go.
It's a school night. Ooh! A school night!
I'm not going back! Hey!
You told the principal and us you had no intention of leaving.
Well, I changed my mind.
I never should've been there
with people who think they're better than me.
At least these guys... accept me for who I am.
Well, in case you've forgotten, so do we.
Now, we're going home.
Hey, be sure and do what your daddy says.
And collect up-front. 1522
And collect up-front. 1523
Hard at work?
How was Babylon?
Mmm. Hard at play.
What are you doing home so early? It's only 1:30.
My enforced celibacy is over and I wanted you to be the first to know.
I'm touched.
You'll be a lot more than touched when I'm done with you.
I have work to do.
Do it in the morning.
I'm doing it now.
How can you be so fucking casual?
Don't you ever get tired of it?
To get tired of something means it's become predictable...
..unsatisfying, boring -
sort of like where I suspect this conversation is headed.
Or it can mean you've found something more satisfying,
more meaningful.
And what would that be?
I'm gonna take a shower.
You coming to bed?
In a while.
I have some work to finish.