- Harry: [holding a bottle of whiskey] A drink? It's Japanese. It's meant to be the best in the world, but I couldn't tell you why.
- Adam: No, thanks.
- Harry: Okay. Okay. How about I come in anyway? If not for a drink, then for whatever else you might want.
- Adam: I don't think that's a good idea.
- Harry: Do I scare you?
- Adam: No.
- Harry: We don't have to do anything if I'm not your type. There's vampires at my door.
- Dad: I would hear you cry in your room after school. Did the boys bully you?
- Adam: Not just the boys.
- Dad: What would they do?
- Adam: They'd call me a girl. Refuse to play with me. Flush my head down the toilet and flick drawing pens at my face.
- Dad: Kids are such little cunts.
- Adam: Why didn't you come into my room if you heard me crying?
- Dad: Why didn't you tell me what was happening at school?
- Adam: No, you answer first. You can be honest.
- Dad: I didn't want to think of you as the type of boy that other lads picked on. I knew that if I was at your school, I'd have probably picked on you too. I can't imagine that's very nice to hear.
- Adam: I think I always knew that anyway. It's probably why I never told you what was happening to me.
- Harry: [to Adam] Been thinking about you all week today. I was thinking about watching crappy TV with you on a Friday night. Watching old episodes of Top of the Pops from before I was born. Eating takeaway on the sofa.
- Mum: [to Adam] You promise me that you are going to try with this Harry boy. I hope you make each other a bit happier.
- Dad: [to Adam] I know I was never good at saying it-I couldn't get the words out. But I do love you, very much. Somehow even more now that I know you.
- Harry: You are queer, right?
- Adam: Yeah.
- Harry: [smiling] That's good.
- Adam: Well, 'gay'. I can't get used to calling myself 'queer'. It was always such an insult.
- Harry: It's probably why we hate 'gay' so much now. 'Gay' meant lame and shit. Those trainers are gay. That haircut's gay. This sofa is gay. Your school bag's gay.
- [Adam smiles]
- Harry: 'Queer' does feel polite somehow though. Like all the dick sucking's been taken out.
- Dad: What do you think we should say to each other? I'm not sure I've much wisdom to share. Maybe Adam, being older, should be sharing some with us!
- Adam: Maybe we don't need to say anything.
- Dad: Maybe. Although I will say that getting to know you has made us very proud.
- Adam: I'm not sure I've done much to be proud of. I've muddled through at best.
- Dad: But you've got through it. Some very tough times, I'm sure. And you're still here. That's what we're proud of.
- Adam: What about you?
- Dad: What about me?
- Adam: How do you feel about it?
- Dad: It was hardly a shock. I always knew you were a bit tooty fruity.
- Dad: [Adam laughs] You couldn't throw a ball for shit, however much I tried to teach you.
- Adam: You make me sound like a horrible cliché.
- Dad: Can you throw a ball?
- Adam: Not at all.
- Mum: Your dad told me not to ask, and I'm guessing you're not married because I don't see a ring, but have you got a girlfriend?
- Mum: I'm picturing her with brown hair, maybe curly, not too skinny. Smart obviously.
- Adam: You mean like you?
- Mum: That's nice you think I'm smart.
- Mum: Well?
- Adam: What?
- Mum: Do you?
- Adam: I don't have a girlfriend.
- Mum: That's a shame.
- Adam: I don't have a girlfriend because I'm not into girls, into women.
- Mum: What do you mean?
- Adam: I mean I'm gay.
- Mum: As in homosexual?
- Adam: Yes, as in - that. Yeah.
- Mum: Really?
- Adam: Uh huh.
- Mum: Since when?
- Adam: Since a long time ago.
- Mum: How long ago?
- Adam: Forever.
- Mum: But, you don't look gay.
- Adam: I don't know what that means.
- Mum: It means what it means. You know what it means.
- Mum: They say it's a very lonely kind of life.
- Adam: They don't say that anymore.
- Mum: So you're not lonely?
- Adam: If I am it's not because I'm gay. Not really.
- Mum: Not really?
- Mum: And what about this awful ghastly disease? I've seen the gravestones on the adverts. Should I be worried about it?
- Adam: Mum! Jesus. Please. It's very different now. It's all very different.
- Mum: Well, I guess I wouldn't know about that.
- Dad: I want to ask something.
- Mum: Oh god. Don't ask him.
- Dad: I have to.
- Dad: [to Adam] Was it quick?
- Mum: Jesus! I told you not to.
- Dad: How can you not want to know?
- Mum: What if it was slow and horribly painful?
- Dad: What difference does it make?
- Mum: It makes a big difference!
- Adam: It was quick.
- Mum: It was?
- Adam: Yes.
- Mum: For both of us?
- Adam: Yes.
- Mum: You don't look like you're sure. Don't be fibbing. No secrets now.
- Adam: It was quick.
- Mum: [Exhales] Ok. That's a relief of sorts. It's been playing on my mind.
- Harry: I've always felt like a stranger in my own family and then... coming out just puts a name to that difference that's always been there.