(King and Squash are working out at the gym)
King:
Hey, Squash...
Squash:
Yeah?
King:
Can I ask you a... personal question?
Squash:
Go ahead.
King:
How long, I mean... exactly when did you know you...
Squash:
How long have I been gay?
King:
Yeah.
Squash:
Oh, God, I can't remember when I wasn't!
King:
I've known you for fifteen years...
Squash:
You know a lot of guys, boss, you'd be surprised.
King:
But, you were all-American! I never saw a rougher, tougher, meaner, son-of-a-bitch football player in all my life.
Squash:
Boss, if you didn't want the guys to call you queer, you became a rough, tough, son-of-a-bitch football player.
King:
[suddenly colliding with a large man and his companion] Why don't you watch where you're going, huh?
Companion:
[after translating in French] He says that it was your fault and suggests that you apologize.
King:
Oh, he does, does he?
Squash:
Come on, boss...
King:
No, no, no... (to the companion) Well, you tell him if he'd like an apology, he can just get him some gloves and I'll see him in the ring.
Companion:
[translating] Just give him ten minutes. He will be delighted to oblige.
[they walk off]
King:
"He'll be delighted to oblige." Who the hell does he think he is?
Squash:
Guy Langois, the French middleweight boxing champion. [King freezes] But don't worry! [whispers] He's gay.