He's gay

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