Latter Days2003

Keith Griffin:
Oh it's back.

Christian:
Yeah, it's back. This may be your f***in' day.

Keith Griffin:
Or maybe I'm just not suffering enough yet. I didn't expect to see you again.

Christian:
Oh come on, you don't think you're gonna go all 'Miss Cleo the Psychic' on my ass is going to scare me off that easy - now do you?

Keith Griffin:
Maybe it was just demantia setting in. Sometimes I read people and I think I'm the oracle of Delphi.

Christian:
Yeah? Well, sometimes I growl at people, but that doesn't make me Eartha Kitt. I'm just going to put this... right about... here.

Keith Griffin:
It doesn't matter, I'm still not hungry.

Christian:
I don't remember asking you if you were. I just deliver this stuff, remember? But my friend Andrew made this, and he doesn't even cook for his boyfriends. So the least you could do is try to be polite, and eat it.

Keith Griffin:
I don't have to pretend to be polite. I think I've... I've earned that right.

Christian:
Oh yes, that's right; you're dying, you're bitter, blah, blah, blah... Fortunatley, I'm shallow, so I'm impervious to that, now eat it.

Keith Griffin:
Impervious? Bet you don't even know how to spell that.

Christian:
Sure I do, it's spelled: Bite me.