Nash Bridges1996

Insp. Joe Dominguez:
Well, the deal is you had no business telling her she can't go to New York.

Insp. Nash Bridges:
I don't give a damn if she goes to New York - that's not my concern.

Insp. Joe Dominguez:
Okay, what is your concern then?

Insp. Nash Bridges:
Didn't you ntice something special about Paul?

Insp. Joe Dominguez:
Seemed like a nice kid. Smelled good. What?

Insp. Nash Bridges:
He's gay.

Insp. Joe Dominguez:
What?

Insp. Nash Bridges:
He's gay!

Insp. Joe Dominguez:
Come on.

Insp. Nash Bridges:
Oh, come on man. He used the word "Fabulous" about ten thousand times and he has this unbalanced love for musicals, and, um, and how about his hair? Did you see his hair?

Insp. Joe Dominguez:
He has gay hair? [laughing]

Insp. Nash Bridges:
Oh, man. Ah, how about the way he checked out the waiter?

Insp. Joe Dominguez:
So what? It was a hot-looking waiter. Hey, I checked him out, too; that doesn't make me gay does it?

Insp. Nash Bridges:
I cannot believe you didn't get this.

Insp. Joe Dominguez:
Nash, man, it's San Francisco, man, who can tell anymore? I mean, straights dress like gays, gays dress like straights, you know?

Insp. Nash Bridges:
I grew up in San Francisco, bubba; I can tell you if a person is gay in about half a second.

Insp. Joe Dominguez:
Well, people think we're gay.

Insp. Nash Bridges:
No, people don't think we're gay, Pepe thinks we're gay.

Insp. Joe Dominguez:
Yeah, well, he's gay so he should have pretty good Gaydar, right?

Insp. Nash Bridges:
Oh, that's pretty good. [a little sarcastically]

Insp. Joe Dominguez:
Oh, thank you.

Insp. Nash Bridges:
But I can't tell you about anybody else's equipment, I can tell you that that guy is gay.

Insp. Joe Dominguez:
Should make him the perfect travel companion then.