“Did my fingering turn you gay? I hope not.”

“Your going to be fine.I promise you."- with my finger I made an X sign on my chest-"cross my heart and hope to die,you have my word.You don't deserve to live like that,and we're going to turn things around.”

“I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider.”

“She gives me the finger and turns back around. "Did you see that?" I flinch at the gesture. "That is completely illegal in here.”

“The only thing they have to look forward to is hope. And you have to give them hope. Hope for a better world, hope for a better tomorrow, hope for a better place to come to if the pressures at home are too great. Hope that all will be all right. Without hope, not only gays, but the blacks, the seniors, the handicapped, the us'es, the us'es will give up. And if you help elect to the central committee and other offices, more gay people, that gives a green light to all who feel disenfranchised, a green light to move forward. It means hope to a nation that has given up, because if a gay person makes it, the doors are open to everyone. So if there is a message I have to give, it is that if I've found one overriding thing about my personal election, it's the fact that if a gay person can be elected, it's a green light. And you and you and you, you have to give people hope....”

“I was hoping you weren't gay. Or that you were only half-gay. Like Paul.""Uh...sorry," I said. "It's pretty much full-time now. The pay's not great, but the perks...”