I've seen you around, but I had no idea you were queer. Queer? I saw you arrive with those...

Yves Cloquet: I've seen you around, but I had no idea you were queer. Bill Lee: Queer? Yves Cloquet: [leers] I saw you arrive with those three Interzone boys. What an entrance. You all looked very... familiar with each other. Bill Lee: [gulps] Queer. A curse. Been in our family for generations. The Lees have always been perverts. I shall never forget the unspeakable horror that froze the lymph in my glands when the baneful word seared my reeling brain - I was a homosexual. I thought of the painted simpering female impersonators I'd seen in a Baltimore nightclub. Could it be possible I was one of those subhuman things? I walked the streets in a daze like a man with a light concussion. I would've destroyed myself. And a wise old queen - Bobo, we called her - taught me that I had a duty to live and bear my burden proudly for all to see. Poor Bobo came to a sticky end - he was riding in the Duke Devanche's Hispano Suissa when his falling hemorrhoids blew out of the car and wrapped around the rear wheel. He was completely gutted leaving an empty shell sitting there on the giraffe skin upholstry. Even the eyes and the brain went with a horrible "shlupping" sound. The Duke says he would carry that ghastly "shlup" with him to his mausoleum.

I've seen you around, but I had no idea you were queer. - Queer. - I saw you arrive with those three Interzone boys. What an entrance. You all looked very... familiar with each other. Queer. A curse. Been in our family for generations. The Lees have always been perverts. I shall never forget the unspeakable horror that froze the lymph in my glands when the baneful word seared my reeling brain... I... was a homosexual. I thought of the painted, simpering female impersonators I had seen in a Baltimore nightclub. Could it be possible I was one of those subhuman things? I walked the streets in a daze like a man with a light concussion. I would have destroyed myself. But a wise old queen... Bobo, we called her. Taught me that I had a duty to live and to bear my burden proudly for all to see. Poor Bobo came to a sticky end. He was riding in the Duc de Ventre's Hispano-Suiza when his falling hemorrhoids blew out of the car and wrapped around the rear wheel. He was completely gutted, leaving an empty shell sitting there on the giraffe-skin upholstery. Even the eyes and the brain went with a horrible "schlupping" sound. The duke says he will carry that ghastly schlup with him to his mausoleum. You sound as if you could use a drink. My place? A drink. A drink? No. No, I can't. I gotta go home. I have a... I have a... I have a report to write. Excuse me.