Jack, let me paint you a little picture of life here at chez Walker. You may want to sit down for this. Nobody matters but me. Good night.
Will: I am a gay man. I sleep with men. I have no desire to sleep with women… Not now, not ever.
Karen: You screwed me, Will Truman!
KAREN: Lord, I’ve been all over this place. Flies everywhere, clumps of dirt, carrots. It’s like we’re inside Grace’s hairdo. I’ll tell you what, honey. The minute Lamar starts pumping out those ponies, we’re moving to a snazzier stable.
JACK: Yeah, Karen, there’s something I need to tell you. You love Lamar, right? And you’d love him no matter what.
KAREN: Why, of course I would.
JACK: Yeah, because Lamar is, um Lamar is Well, he’s like me, Kare.
KAREN: Not allowed to come within 100 feet of Kevin Bacon?
JACK: No, um… He’s gay, Kare. Our horse is gay. He practices the love that dare not speak its naaaame.
KAREN: Come on, honey, that’s silly. You think everything’s gay. First Canada, now Horse.
