Angels in America2003

Sir:
Whadda you want?

Louis Ironson:
I want you to f*** me, hurt me, and make me bleed.

Sir:
I want to.

Louis Ironson:
Yeah?

Sir:
I wanna hurt you.

Louis Ironson:
F*** me.

Sir:
Yeah?

Louis Ironson:
Hard.

Sir:
Yeah? You've been a bad boy?

Louis Ironson:
[laughs] Very bad. Very bad.

Sir:
You need to be punished, boy?

Louis Ironson:
Yes, I do.

Sir:
Yes, what?

Louis Ironson:
...Oh, uh...

Sir:
Yes, what, boy?

Louis Ironson:
Oh! 'Ts- yes, sir.

Sir:
I want you to take me to your place, boy.

Louis Ironson:
No, I can't do that.

Sir:
No, what?

Louis Ironson:
No sir, I can't. I don't live alone, sir.

Sir:
Your lover know you're out with a man tonight, boy?

Louis Ironson:
No sir, he... my lover doesn't know.

Sir:
Your lover know you like...

Louis Ironson:
Let's change the subject, okay? Can we go to your place?

Sir:
...I live with my parents.