All language subtitles for Queer as Folk (US) - 01x08 - Babylon Boomerang.WEBRip.AAC2.0.H.264-NTb.Engl

Still battling kleptomania, Andrew?

You know, the first step is
admitting you have a problem.

Ah, kid's birthday this weekend.

Good thing for our store discount.

Yeah, you could go broke.

Which is why I hope I get that job.

What job?

Didn't you know?

They're making Barbarosa
the new district manager

for all the stores in the state.

- No shit.
- And they're letting him

pick his own replacement
from inside the store,

so I figured, "fuck,
might as well be me."

- Right?
- Right.

Well, I better go
practice my ass-kissing.

- Wish me luck.
- You got it.

So? Aren't you going to ask me?

Ask you what?

What I think about you as
Barbarosa's replacement.

- I think you'd rock.
- Thanks, but I like my job.

Besides, being a manager
is a lot of responsibility.

So? You can handle it.

Besides, you're much better
qualified than Andrew any day.

You're a better worker,
you've been here longer,

people like you better,
and then there's the raise.

- Yeah, I guess.
- Come on.

If you wanna get ahead,
you're gonna have to learn

to do a little bit of
ass-kissing, like Andrew,

and something tells me you can
kiss ass with the best of them.

Did I tell you my dad wants
to send me to military school?

I said, "fuck, no!"

I think your dad might be right.

A little military school or something

might do you some good.

I always wanted to
go to military school.

You know, those sleek
uniforms, well cut.

Taking orders, getting
punished when you're naughty.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

Ow!

And don't forget showering
with all those cadets.

Ooh.

Mmm, cadets.

Oh!

Oh, my. Who ever
thought we'd see the day?

Brian Kinney driving an economy compact.

Subcompact.

And I have to get a new car this week.

Another fuck-mobile?

Please, at his age, he
needs all the help he can get

to attract those hot, young things.

I thought after what happened,

you might consider something
a little more practical.

What, like something an
accountant might drive?

You don't want any more
weirdos ramming into you.

Never heard him complain
about that before.

- See you later.
- Later.

All right.

I don't know.

You're excited about
it, though, aren't you?

Please.

Hey.

You fucking pervert.

Dad!

Brian?

- Oh, my God, stop it!
- Get off him!

- Dad!
- Brian!

Brian. You okay?

- Jesus.
- All right?

Hold on, hold on.

It's his dad, stop it.

That's it, Justin. That is it.

You come home with me right now,

or you never come home again.

Fuck!

Never again.

Did you hear me?

I said, "never again!"

Go! Get the fuck out of here! Go!

I'm never coming home again.

- Never!
- Justin.

Fucking never!

Stop.

So my dad was kicking
him and beating him,

and I jumped on his
back, I pulled him off,

and then I start punching him.

And don't forget how
you single-handedly

- fought off the attack dogs.
- Or how you foiled

that assassination attempt
by the Iranian death squad.

You boys think this is funny?

Huh, is this your idea of
some evening entertainment?

This poor child's been
fucking traumatized,

watching his father
go berserk like that.

And as for you,

I told you there'd be
trouble, and you didn't listen.

It's not his fault, and I'm not a child.

I'm turning 18 soon.

That means I can vote

and get married and join the army.

Hopefully not in the same day.

Maybe so, but as far as
your parents are concerned,

you're still their sweet,
innocent, little boy.

They're not ready to
think of you sucking cock

and taking it up the ass.

Ma, do you have to be so graphic?

Michael, I am making a point.

Would you please not
interrupt when I'm talking?

So what was I talking about?

- Something about...
- Sucking cock...

Taking it up the ass.

Right. So...

They're not ready to see you as a man,

especially a gay man.

You know, they need educating,

so they understand what
you're going through.

What about what I'm going through?

You know, his father almost
broke my fucking ribs.

You know, I should have him arrested.

Leave it alone.

You've done enough damage tonight.

Shit.

Ma, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, honey.

I'm just tired.

I've been working since 6:00 A.M.

- Ma!
- Oh, my God.

- Deb, you okay?
- Somebody get some help!

Is Debbie okay?

- Somebody get some help!
- Call Dr. Lee.

Stop screaming!

I can... I... I... I can...
I haven't lost my hearing.

I just lost my hair. Oh, Michael.

I'm gonna take you to the hospital.

No, I have to finish my shift.

Your shift's over, Ma.

I swallowed my gum.

Michael, help me put this back on.

- What were you thinking?
- I wasn't.

Oh, that's right. You never do.

You just... act.

I did what I had to do.

What you had to do?

Craig, do you know

how close we are to
losing him? What do you do?

You practically push him out the door.

I told him to come
home, Jen. He wouldn't.

Who would, with a lunatic?

Look, I'm trying to protect our son.

It's you he needs protection from.

No wonder he's out there.

Yeah, well, he made his choice.

What did you... What did you say?

I said he made his choice, Jen!

I gave him a choice. He made it!

Oh.

Oh... Big man.

Big man.

Jen...

Don't come upstairs. I mean it.

I don't wanna see you.

I am not gonna be
humiliated by a bunch of...

Fags?

I got news for you, big man.

You already have been.

How about I make you
some cinnamon toast?

And tea.

I don't want any cinnamon toast,

and I don't want any tea.

What I want is you all to
stop making a fuss over me

and go home.

You all have to be at work tomorrow.

So do I.

I already told you, you're
not going in to work.

You're gonna stay here and take it easy.

I can't afford to take it easy.

It's not gonna kill you to stay home

for a day or two, Deb.

Bed rest is an important
part of every recovery.

Thank you, Doogie Howser.

As an extra added bonus,
you get to watch The View.

Hey.

Don't worry, Uncle Vic.

She's okay. The doctor
said it's just exhaustion.

- That's all.
- "Just exhaustion."

You have any idea how tired
you have to be to fall over?

That's how tired your mother is,

and it's all because of me.

What are you talking about?

Think about how unhappy
she'd be without you.

But I'm the reason she's
pushing herself so hard,

working double shifts...
to pay off my debts.

She's even taken out a second mortgage.

- What, on our house?
- Yeah.

She couldn't get much, but she did.

Why didn't you tell me?

She made me promise not to.

I'm lucky I still have all my teeth.

And no black eye.

How do I look?

Great. You always look great.

I'm sorry, for my dad and everything.

Yeah, well, sorry's bullshit.

Look, I didn't mean to
cause you any problems.

It's...

Well, I'm gonna go.

Where?

I don't know.

I'll find someplace.

Justin.

You can stay here.

On the sofa.

You're not crying, are you?

I'm not some little faggot.

No, you're not.

You're pretty brave, actually,

standing up to your father like that.

He was hurting you.

Get some sleep.

So what do you think, Mikey?

The Jeep's always hot.

What is he doing at your place?

He had to stay somewhere.

The Audi TT's a fuck machine,

but the guys who drive
it, they usually aren't.

His dad almost beat the shit out of you.

The Boxster's sexy...

If you have a little dick.

- What do you think?
- What do I think?

It's obvious you don't care

what I think about your boy wonder.

What difference does it make

how I feel about your Batmobile?

Why don't you get the Jeep for Monday,

the Audi for Tuesday, and
the Boxster for Wednesday?

- Hey!
- Well, like,

you're sitting here, trying to decide

what new hot car to buy,

and my mom might lose her fucking house.

I gotta get to work.

Michael...

- If you need money...
- No.

Look, I've had an amazing year.

That's great, but thanks anyway.

I'm offering you a fucking gift,

- for Christ's sake.
- I know.

- I just can't.
- Why?

Because you're always there for me,

taking care of things,

fighting off the bullies at school

and giving me the answers to tests

and taking me to the hospital
the first time I got gonorrhea,

and...

This... this is my mom,

and... this is something I
have to do for her, by myself.

So my dad tried to beat up Brian,

and Debbie almost died in front of us,

and then, I spent the night at Brian's.

- What'd you do?
- Uh...

had vegetarian lasagna and
read A Lesson Before Dying,

which is exactly what it felt like.

Justin?

- Hi, Daphne.
- Hi.

Brought you your uniform and your books.

I know you've got that essay due today.

Tomorrow.

You all right?

I'm fine.

I was worried about you last night.

- Where were you?
- Where do you think?

Justin, please wait.

I want you to come home.

After what Dad did? No way.

He... he got crazy.

He didn't know what he was doing,

but we can work this out, I promise.

Yeah, don't promise.

Now, would you please go?

Do you need anything?

For you to go.

Boo.

What are you doing up?

You're supposed to be taking a nap.

Well, naps are brief.
That's why it's a short word.

Have you taken your meds?

Yes, I've taken my meds.

What is this?

"Apartments for rent"?

Why are you looking
at apartments for rent?

Don't get your titties in a twist.

I'm not selling the house,
if that's what you think.

Of course, you're not selling the house.

It's for me.

I'm thinking of moving out.

I'm feeling much better now,

and with my disability, I can afford

to get a room somewhere.

You have a room somewhere, here.

I don't want you to feel obligated!

Obligated?

You know, you are coming this close

to getting punched out.

Your doctor told you
not to exert yourself.

Well, fuck him!

I punched you out when you were a kid,

and I can punch you out now.

I want some soup.

Chicken noodle?

Yeah.

When you came back from New York,

I didn't take you in
'cause I felt obligated.

I took you in 'cause I wanted to.

- Hell, I would do it again.
- Oh!

Yeah, let's.

The dementia, the thrush...

The C.M.V., that was a laugh and a half.

I mean, I want you here sick,

and I want you here well.

I'll take you any way I can get you.

So unless you're gonna
be reading the funnies...

I'm just gonna toss this.

Where's my soup?

I'll serve. I don't wanna get rusty.

Hi. Jennifer Taylor, Justin's mother.

Okay. So...

I got his clothes, a sketch pad,

shoes, underwear,

oh, The Yellow Submarine.
It's his favorite,

he's watched it a million times.

Did you know he wanted
to be an animator?

- No, I... I...
- No, you wouldn't.

A check, a check.

Here we go.

- For what?
- Well, Justin's expensive.

He eats like a football
player, he goes through clothes

faster than I can buy them,

and he's always needing
something for school.

You think he's staying with me?

- Where else?
- Well, I don't know,

but he's not moving into my place.

Well...

He's gonna have to live somewhere,

since he told me he's
never coming home again.

Why do you care what he says?

You're his mother. Come and get him.

If I came and got him, he
would just, uh, run away,

and I might never see him again.

Do you know what happens
to runaway kids, Mr. Kinney?

They end up on milk cartons.

Or worse.

At least with you... I know where he is.

He's not my responsibility.

Oh, yes, he is.

You seduced him, you s... Fucked him,

so now he's yours.

Just kindly, see that he
takes his allergy medicine

and, uh...

And does his homework and
gets to school on time.

And...

And tell him that we love him.

♪ Ridi, pagliaccio ♪

Hey, Bob. You sound great.

Oh, thanks, Mike.

I didn't realize I had an audience.

You should've been an opera singer.

Well, I wanted to be one once,

but then I had to make a choice.

The Met, or the Big "Q."

Well, obviously, it's paying off.

Congratulations on the promotion.

Oh, thanks.

District manager. Big responsibility.

I bet. Have you, uh,
picked your replacement yet?

Oh, no, no, no.

Couple of people have
expressed some interest,

- you know.
- Yeah, I know. Um...

I hope you wouldn't mind,

I'd like to toss my hat in the ring.

Well, sure, Mike. Sure.

To be honest with you, I
never really had you pegged

for the ambitious type.

Well, I've always
been focused on my job,

you know, doing it well.

A promotion shouldn't be
about what's good for me,

but what's good for the company.

Well, you know something, Mike?

A lot of people do not feel that way.

Mostly, they're just kind of
in it for themselves, you know?

I'll tell you what.

They're having a little
congratulation dinner

for me tomorrow night,
over at Dominic's.

Mm-hmm.

Why don't you come along?

Wow! Thanks, Bob. That'd be great.

Okay. And, uh, bring your lady.

He wants me to bring my lady.

Straight guys really say
things like "bring your lady"?

They say worse than that.

I don't have a lady.

No, you have something better,

Dr. Dreamboat.

Well, I can fix you up with my sister...

Only she looks like me in a dress.

Okay, that's a terrifying thought.

Or maybe Emmett could dress
up like he did last Halloween.

No, Emmett could not.

Besides, how would you explain

that you're dating Reba McEntire?

Easier than explaining I'm a fag.

So tell them the truth already!

You said that he's a nice
guy, that he likes you.

Yeah, until I give him a reason not to.

There's this woman who
works in shipping, Helga.

Big, short-cropped
hair, drives a pickup.

She's been working there

15 years.

Every year, she gets
passed over for a promotion

by people who have been
there one year, two years.

Everybody knows why,
nobody says anything,

so she's still sitting
there, doing invoices.

I can't afford to let
that happen to me. I...

15 years from now, I can't
still be doing inventory

and directing shoppers to our super sale

on backyard barbecues.

Hello?

Justin?

I know you're there, pick up.

- Whoo!
- Justin!

Are you guys, like, doing it?

♪ My baby! ♪

Whoo!

What are you doing?

- Huh?
- What are you doing?

Uh, listening to Moby.

It's really hot.

So...

Whassup?

"Whassup" is you left my door unlocked.

"Whassup" is this is not a hotel room,

and you're not on your
Blonde Ambition tour.

"Whassup"

is your mother paid me
a little visit today.

Finally, "whassup" is you're
gonna take off my shirt

and clean up your shit.

And all I wanted to do was come home

and have something to eat.

- I could make you something.
- Mm.

No, you couldn't.

- I'm sorry I'm in your way.
- Not as sorry as I am.

I didn't mean for it to happen.

Well, it did.

So?

As long as we're together,
we might as well...

We are not... together.

You're here as the result

of a series of unfortunate circumstances

which have given me the
worst headache in my life

and a duffel bag...

Full...

Of your fucking underwear.

Now, I'm going to bed.

Okay.

Alone.

You go over there and do your homework,

and lights out by 11:00.

11:00?

Do you know that I had
to promise your mother

that you wouldn't be
late for school tomorrow?

And by the way,

she sends her love.

- Oh, no. No, no.
- Vic!

Listen to me. Get away from that door!

Get out of those clothes
and back in your muumuu.

If I have to watch Martha Stewart

make one more goddamn
thing out of goat cheese,

I'm gonna kill myself.

AMC has a Joan Crawford
festival all week.

Nobody's that gay.

I got to go to work. They need me.

And you need to rest your ass!

- Come on!
- Hi, honey.

What are you doing here?

Uncle Vic asked me to bring
some rope to tie you down.

Kinky.

You want some eggs? You're getting eggs.

I gotta do something with my hands.

I want you to stand
still and listen to me.

Do you want tomatoes with those?

Mom, will you listen to me?

I have something to tell you.

I'm up for a promotion at work.

- Sweetie, that's great!
- I don't have it yet.

I may not get it ever,

but either way, I'm making some changes.

You're not going straight, are you?

Vic, shush.

I know how hard you work.

You always have taken
care of me all by yourself,

nobody to help you,

and I've never done anything for you.

That is not true.

Now, it's my turn to take care of you,

and I will. I swear.

Baby, you don't have to take care of me.

You already do so much.

Well, I wanna do more.

Now, will you stay home and
try and get a little rest?

That's my hero.

Gus approves.

Yeah, he's not bad.

Of the car.

He thinks it's you.

I bet Justin will like it too,

driving around with his sugar daddy.

I am not his sugar daddy,
and would you please

leave him out of this?

Wow, beautiful baby.
Looks just like you.

Why, thank you. So do our five others.

I'm gonna go change him, honey.

You do that, sweetie.

Where's the ladies' room?

Uh, just around the corner there.

Beautiful family.

Uh, you've had your eye on this one.

Yeah, I noticed it comes fully loaded.

You name it, it's on it.

Service department, line two.

Service department, pick up.

Only you don't really want this.

I don't?

Fags drive it.

I mean, I don't know what it is,

but they're attracted to it like flies.

Nice couple like you?

You wanna be in something like that.

I appreciate the warning...

But I'm still... I'm curious.

Do you think I could
take one for a test drive?

And then,

I'll try one of the,
uh, straighter models.

Great idea.

So, honey, what do you think?

Hmm.

We'll take it.

- Mmm.
- God, you're tight.

Thanks.

I meant your back. You
got a lot of tension.

Ahh. Oh.

Brian.

Yeah. Hi.

Uh, how about I pick you up around 7:00?

Uh-huh. Yeah, me too. It'll be fun.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Bye.

Who was that?

Tracy, from the store.

Oh. Girl that has a crush on you.

She doesn't have a crush
on me, she likes me.

I like her.

But not in the same way.

I invited her to go
with me to Bob's party.

- Really? As your date?
- No!

Well, yeah. But no!

Well, that's clear.

- Have a great time.
- Ow!

Look, you know I can't ask
you, as much as I'd like to.

- I'm proud of you.
- Really?

It's just... I'm supposed
to bring "my lady."

Does Tracy know why you're asking her?

I couldn't tell her that.

Well, don't you think
it's fair, considering

she's going there thinking
that she's "your lady"?

How do I know what she thinks?

Besides, it's not a date date.

It's a party for the
boss. It's business.

Christ, I wish everybody
would just get off my back!

- Fine, I will.
- I... hey, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean...

What the hell else am I supposed to do?

Michael, I know how important
this promotion is to you,

but what you're doing is not right.

It's not fair to Tracy or to yourself.

Believe me, I know, I've lived it,

the deceit but always
with a good reason.

The only thing is, is that
there's never a good reason.

There's only the hurt that you cause.

That is why you have to tell the truth.

"Tell the truth... "

Which you can afford to do.

But I can't.

I don't have an office and a diploma

and "nothing available till
four weeks from Tuesday."

I don't even have my own bathroom,

but I do know that if
I just tell the truth,

I probably never will.

I can't believe his mom
actually brought you his stuff.

Yeah, she practically
made a gift out of him.

Gifts can be returned.

I just want him out of my life

and out of my house.

Have either one of you
ever been to Atlanta?

No. But I had a boyfriend
from Georgia once.

I... I called him "Peach Fuzz."

Bet you can't guess why.

Because his butt cheeks were covered

with this soft, fuzzy down

that looked like two Georgia peaches.

Yeah.

Well, I think I'm
gonna go show our guest

some, uh, northern hospitality.

- Ooh!
- Oh.

- Ooh.
- What's the matter?

It's a long story.

Now, hurry up and open that door.

I can't wait.

Be patient. The south will rise again.

And again.

Whoa!

Oh, shit.

What's all this?

I made dinner.

I had salad, but I dropped it.

Yeah, you made a fucking mess.

I'll clean it up, don't worry.

Who's he?

He's an out-of-town guest.

Mmm, what you making? Smells good.

Jambalaya. My mom taught me.

Except it's sort of instant jambalaya

because I used, uh, frozen
shrimp and minute rice.

I didn't know how much rice to use,

and the water for the shrimp
overflowed a little bit.

Well, you know, maybe I can help.

You know, I used to live in New Orleans.

My boyfriend and I, we
made jambalaya all the time.

We'd just cook and fuck.

So you got a spoon?

Mmm. It's not bad.

But you know what you need?

Just an itsy-bitsy
pinch of cayenne pepper.

That's what'll give it
that extra special kick.

He's gonna get an extra
special kick... later.

Now, you can either stand

around here eating jambalaya,

or you can come upstairs and eat my ass!

Well...

Well, maybe we can have
some of this after, hmm?

Yeah.

My mom says it's always
better the second day.

Mm.

Mmm.

Thanks for coming with me, Tracy.

Thanks for inviting me.

Michael!

- Hey, Bob!
- Glad you could make it, huh?

- You know Tracy?
- Sure!

Sure, although, uh, I didn't know

you two were an item, though.

Uh, careful.

Don't let the boss catch
you fraternizing, huh?

Listen, I want you to
meet my wife. Honey.

- Betty, honey, come here.
- Mm, mm.

Coming.

Betty, I want you to meet Mike Novotny.

He's one of our assistant managers.

Oh, Mike! Oh, it's so nice to meet you.

- Same here, Mrs. Barbarosa.
- Betty. Call me Betty.

Oh, and this must be your adorable wife.

Not exactly. I mean...

Wait, honey, come on. Give
them some time, will ya?

They're still working on it, you know?

Probably need to put some
money in the bank first, right?

Oh, well, maybe you
can help them with that.

B... Betty, come on, now,

how many times have I gotta tell you,

- business is busin...
- Oh, when it comes to business,

I don't open my mouth.

That's strictly your domain, sweetheart.

- Thank you.
- But we know

who's really running the show, don't we?

Yoo-hoo! Betty?

Oh, look!

There's, uh, George and Helen. Hi!

- Yeah.
- Would you excuse us?

- Yeah. Thank God.
- Bye.

Hello, Georgie!

She thought we were married.

Yeah. How 'bout that?

And it's only our first date.

- I mean, if this is a date.
- Can I get you a drink?

Oh, sure.

Um, what would you like?

Um, whatever you're having.

I just... I wanna use the ladies' room.

I'll be right back.

They're marked, uh,
"signore" and "signora."

Hey, Mike.

- Hi, Andrew.
- This is my wife.

- Oh.
- Liz.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Nice to meet you. I'm sorry.

- I see you brought Tracy.
- Yeah.

I didn't know you two were going out.

Well, we like to keep it discreet,

you know, since we work together.

Smart idea, considering
the way rumors fly.

You're telling me.

In fact, you should hear
some of the ones about you.

Like what?

Nothing I'd want to repeat.

But the kind of thing that could really

hurt someone's chances.

Especially if they were
looking for a promotion.

Oh.

- There's my girl.
- Thanks.

Tracy, have you met Andrew's wife, Liz?

- No, hi.
- Hi.

- Oh... mmm.
- Hmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm, mmm.

Ah, morning, Justin. How'd you sleep?

Okay.

It's a little lumpy.

- Oh.
- Come have some breakfast.

- I'm not hungry.
- Gotta eat something.

You're a growing boy.

Oh, Jesus, did I just say that?

Do you want me to wash the sheets?

- Oh, that's okay.
- But if you'd like,

you could wash my car.

I really appreciate your
letting me stay here.

Hey, it's no trouble.

You can come anytime. Right, Mel?

Mmm, anytime.

He hates me.

He doesn't hate you.

Yes, he does, and so does my dad.

I pulled him off Brian, and I hit him,

and now, I can't even go home.

Oh, sweetie, it's okay.

Don't say it's okay,

and don't say anything
bad about Brian either.

Well, that doesn't leave
much room for conversation.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Oh, what am I gonna do?

Oh.

You're going to do one thing

- at a time.
- Right.

First, you're gonna take a shower.

Then you're going to have breakfast.

Then you're going to school, okay?

Now go.

- Phew.
- Poor guy.

God.

And still, he defends
that fucking prick.

- You know, it amazes me...
- Don't start.

Allow me.

Bri? It's Linds. Did I wake you?

Good.

Apologize for making
you believe otherwise,

but I don't think it
should affect my ability

to do my job...

Hi, Mike.

Hey, Bob. Thanks again
for inviting me...

I mean, us, to the
party the other night.

- We had a great time.
- Hey, listen.

Betty was crazy about you.

All she wants to know is,

when are you and Tracy
getting hitched, huh?

Listen, Bob, there's something
I need to talk to you about...

That Tracy, she's a real pretty girl.

She's what we used to call a fox.

You guys still use that word, a fox?

Yeah, we still use that word.

Uh, do you know if she's busy tonight?

Excuse me?

Well, 'cause you might,
uh, you might wanna have

a little celebration of your own.

Well, after all, isn't that what you do

when you get a promotion, Mr. Manager!

Way to go, buddy.
Congratulations, buddy.

- Congratulations!
- That's great.

"Hand in your fucking paper," you know?

I'm like, "well, fuck
you, you old whore."

- Yo, yo, yo.
- What, what?

Oh, shit. Oh, sh... what's up?

Hey, what's up? What's going on?

Hey, Justin. Heard you're not
living at home anymore, huh?

That fucking Daphne and her big mouth.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, Daphne.

Yeah, maybe it's 'cause
you're a fucking faggot!

Yeah, 'cause you're a fucking homo,

you little bitch!

- How do you like me now?
- Fucking faggot!

- What's up?
- Hey, wanna fucking

fuck me in the ass? Wanna suck my dick?

Justin!

Get in the car.

Fuck is this?

What for?

I said get in the car.

Where are we going?

Home.

Justin?

Do you have anything you'd like to say?

Well, in that case, I'll, um,
speak for your father and me.

We want you to come home.

It's where you belong.

And I think, uh, Brian would agree.

What difference does
it make what Brian...

Excuse me, I was speaking.
Kindly let me finish.

Justin?

Look at your mom, Justin.

You're staying here.

Only if Dad says he's sorry, to Brian.

Justin, he is the one who should be

apologizing to you, for Christ's sakes!

For making you think he loved you.

He never said he loved me.

He said it was just a fuck, that's all.

But I'm okay with that because that...

That's all it was, all it should be.

I think you should go to your room now.

One more thing, Justin.

- Craig...
- No!

No, no. I'm gonna say this.

If you're gonna live in this house,

there's rules you have to obey.

You are not to go to gay bars

or talk about your disgusting lifestyle.

And you are never,
ever to see him again.

So in other words, for
Justin to live here with you,

he has to deny who he is,

what he thinks, and how he feels?

No one asked for your opinion, pal.

Well, that's not love.

That's hate.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Justin, you coming?

Okay, that's enough. Save it for my kid.

Mikey, stand up.

Come on, stand up.

Hey, everybody, Michael got promoted.

He is the manager

of the Big Q on Buckley!

- Butler, not Buckley.
- Butler?

Come on, Ma.

- Mikey!
- I can't be proud

just this one time? Is
it only for gay people?

No one's gayer than you, Deb.

No, you are a role
model to all of us. Mwah.

What can I say?

I'm sure you'll think of something.

Honey. Look at that face, huh?

You look at that face,

and you know that my
son has the biggest heart

and the most honest.

Huh? Could those eyes lie?

No one deserves a promotion
more than you, sweetheart,

'cause you're the best.

Didn't I always tell you you
were gonna be a big success?

Shit.

Before I get all weepy,

- like before my hysterectomy...
- Oh...

I'm taking orders,

and it is on me!

Ma, you can't afford to do that.

Honey, we can afford anything tonight!

Go.

I... um, I'm fine. I'm fine.

- Have something.
- I don't... no.

- No... should I?
- You should eat.

Oh, all right, fine, I'll have a burger.

- You did good, Mikey.
- And a side of fries.

- Thanks.
- And can I get a salad?

Can I get a salad? Like, just,
like, a little side salad.

- Yeah, I'll be back in a sec.
- I mean, is that too much?

Am I ordering too much?
I'm ordering too much.

I don't need anything! I'm fine.

You know what? Nothing, nothing for me.

Nice going, Mikey.

I wish everyone would just
stop congratulating me.

- Okay, I take it back.
- No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just...

Yeah, I'll be able to help my mom now.

Great, but I'm a liar.

And don't tell me I should
be used to that by now.

That's not what I was gonna say.

What I was gonna say is,

it's not lying if they make you lie,

if the only truth they
can accept is their own.

Now, you better get back in there.

How can it be a party
without the guest of honor?

What about you?

I've got somebody waiting for me.

Hey.

You hungry?

Not really.

Gotta eat something.

So...

What's for dinner?

Jambalaya, from last night.

It's not bad.

It's always better the second day.

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