Hey, Squash... Yeah? Can I ask you a... personal question? Go ahead. How long, I mean......

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

DO YOU MIND IF I ASK YOU A PERSONAL QUESTION, MR. MARCHAN? HE WILL, WHETHER YOU MIND OR NOT. I WORRY MORE ABOUT ANSWERS THAN QUESTIONS. WELL, IT'S RATHER OBVIOUS THAT MR. BERNSTEIN IS ON HAND TO INSURE YOUR CONTINUED GOOD HEALTH. THAT'S NOT A QUESTION. UH...WHY IS HE SITTING WAY OVER THERE? STRATEGIC. OH. BROADER FIELD OF VISION, CLEARER FIELD OF FIRE. YOU MUST'VE BEEN IN THE ARMY. ONCE OR TWICE. DO YOU MIND IF I JOIN HIM? HE LOOKS SO LONELY. NO, I DON'T MIND. I PROMISE NOT TO INHIBIT HIS FIELD OF FIRE. HA HA HA. INCORRIGIBLE. HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN MR. TODD? OH... A LONG TIME. MAY I ASKYOU A PERSONAL QUESTION? A CLEVER MAN ONCE SAID, "IT'S NOT THE QUESTIONS I'M WORRIED ABOUT." WHAT'S THE ATTRACTION? WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I TOLD YOU WE WERE IN LOVE? NO. BECAUSE HOMOSEXUALITY IS UNNATURAL AND A SIN? ACCORDING TO WHOM? OH... PIOUS CLERGYMEN AND TERRIFIED HETEROSEXUALS. OH,THEM. YOU'RE SMILING, AND I DON'T BELIEVE YOU. AND YOU'RE NOT SMILING, AND YOU SHOULD BE. I THINK I'D BETTER GO WASH MY HANDS. EXCUSE ME. DO YOU EVER GET THE FEELING SOMETIMES THAT YOU'RE A SINKING SHIP? OHH... CONSTANTLY. AH, NOW, THERE. YOU'RE SMILIN'. YOU LIGHT UP WHEN YOU SMILE. THAT'S A FUNNY THING TO SAY. HOW DO YOU MEAN? I MEAN, ONE MAN TO ANOTHER. [TODDY LAUGHS] HA HA HA! IT SEEMS TODDY AND MR. BERNSTEIN HAVE FOUND SOMETHING IN COMMON. YEAH. UH... CASSELL WAS TELLING ME THAT, UH... MR. TODD WAS THE HEADLINER AT CHEZ LUI? YOU KNOW CHEZ LUI? NO, BUT I WAS THINKING THAT, UH, WE MIGHT DROP BY LATER, AND YOU COULD EDUCATE ME. I HAVE THE FEELING THAT EDUCATING YOU WOULD BE ABOUT AS REDUNDANT AS TEACHING A LION TO LIKE RED MEAT. CIGAR? MAY I? MMM. PLEASE.