Stealer... of my FRIEND!

[In the garage of his house, Wayne is chaining up Judith after she escaped] Wayne:
[Finishes]
There. That should keep you from escaping again. And this... [pulls out a Catcher's mask] Wayne:
this... [puts the mask on Judith's face] Wayne:
this should keep you from biting. Judith:
How am I gonna eat? Wayne:
I've thought of that. [Wayne shows Judith a jar filled with breakfast mash and a straw] Judith:
What is that? Wayne:
It's breakfast. Pancakes, sausage, uh, hash brown, pop tart, pureed. Judith:
[disgusted]
I'm not eating that shit. I want a Big Montana. Wayne:
A what? Judith:
A Big Montana from Arby's with curly fries. Wayne:
No, I'm not gonna get you one. If you don't wanna eat what I've made for you, then you can starve. Judith:
[freaks out]
Why are you doing this? Wayne:
It's the only way to save our friendship. Judith:
[calms down]
It doesn't seem like a friendship to me. It seems like you're in love with Darren. Wayne:
Bullshit! [chuckles] Wayne:
I am so un-gay. Judith:
Okay, fine. Let's pretend for a second that you're straight. When the last time you've got any? Wayne:
That's none of your business. Judith:
So it's been years? Wayne:
I'm waiting for the right woman. Judith:
There is no right woman for you, Wayne. If my guess is, if there ever was, you've already met her and she's either killed herself or become a lesbian. Wayne:
[yells]
Up yours! Judith:
Go to hell! Wayne:
Skank! Judith:
Eunuch! Wayne:
[screams]
Stealer... of my FRIEND!