Wayne:
What the fuck happened?
J.D:
Judith was giving me some therapy and helped me realize I was gay and--
Wayne:
Wait. What? I see what happened. She messed with your head.
J.D:
Wayne, I'm gay.
Wayne:
No, you're not. You're just unsuccessful with women.
J.D:
No, I'm gay. Judith got me in touch with the inner J.D.
Wayne:
How'd she do that?
J.D:
She listened. Unlike people who knew me for years and ignored all the telltale signs.
Wayne:
Like what?
J.D:
Like my obsession with Bette Midler. My preference for track lighting. And the fact that I like sucking dick.
Wayne:
What?! You've done that?!
J.D:
No. Not with another guy, but remember when I bought that book on yoga?
Wayne:
I don't want to hear anymore. Look, you want to be gay? Fine! No problem! But from now on, I'll take care of Judith myself. Okay! [sits and reads a magazine]
J.D:
You want to be gay with me?
Wayne:
No! [gets out of his chair and leaves]
