Gypsy 83

Clive:
Don't you think that we should dance while we can?

Gypsy:
Excuse me?

Gypsy:
Look, Granny, I am a pretty girl, ok? Big is beautiful. Haven't you heard? And for the record, I don't give a flying f*** or a rolling rimjob what you or anyone else thinks of me. You're dismissed.

Clive:
Sex just seems so... messy.

Gypsy:
Oh, no, no. Sex can be awesome. Not that I would remember, but...

Clive:
Maybe you and I should try.

Gypsy:
Yeah, well, I think I'm past my wayward-sex fag-hag test-f*** phase... but thanks for the offer. It's just "been there, done that."

Clive:
At least I'd know for sure.

Gypsy:
Honey, you're a queer, with a capital "Q."

Clive:
Ok, you know what? Some of us don't care to be defined by our sexuality.

Gypsy:
Ok, sorry. Can I ask you a question?

Clive:
What?

Gypsy:
Are you gay?

Clive:
Yes! But I don't have anything in common with those people. I mean, like I give a rat's ass about Judy Garland or... Stonewall!

Clive:
Being queer is a very small part of me.

Gypsy:
Yeah, whatever.