“It doesn’t matter if I don’t have a suit, you should still invite me swimming. That’s the naked truth.”

“It doesn’t matter. I love you. That’s it. That’s all. I hope to hell it’s enough.”

“You still love me? After all I have done?” she asked, her voice breaking.“It doesn’t matter. Nothing that has happened matters. I am here now, and I love you.”

“That’s why love stories don’t have endings! They don’t have endings because love doesn’t end.”

“What sex are you?”Doesn’t matter does it? After all that’s your problem.”If I keep you, what will happen?”You’ll have a difficult, different time.”Is it worth it?”That’s up to you.”

“You want me to invite him to dinner.” “I want you to invite him to dinner,” she agreed. “You know,” he said, “most gay men don’t have mothers who are this enthusiastic about their love lives.” “That’s probably true,” she said. “You’re one of the lucky ones.”