- Zach Elliot: It's something you don't have any control over. I mean, whether you're born with it or acquire it, who knows? But there's something in me that needs to be with a man.
- Claire: My God!
- Zach Elliot: Maybe it's his strength, his attitude. Maybe he's everything I'm not, I don't know. Maybe it's brotherhood, bonding, release. Maybe it's just the need for another man's approval. But it's that feeling...
- Claire: Stop it! God!
- Claire: [drops a plate to get Zach's attention] All right, look. We're gonna cut this out and we're gonna talk. You cannot do this to me... it's not fair. Now, I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to hold you. I don't know whether I should even try to hold you. God, Zach! We've always gotten each other through, because we've never been afraid to share. You've closed yourself off and I feel helpless. I don't know what to do. You can't tell me. Are you sick? Are you in trouble? Is there another woman? Look, whatever it is, I can handle it. I can handle it, no matter what it is. But I cannot handle the silence.
- Zach Elliot: Bart.
- Bart: Zach.
- Zach Elliot: Why don't you just say it?
- Bart: I'm gay.
- Zach Elliot: Thank you.
- Bart: You're welcome.
- Bart: The night he died, I went into a gay bar for the first time. I didn't do it to celebrate or anything. I did it 'cause I was pissed. Pissed that I never got the chance to tell him that his all American right fielder liked to get it on with other right fielders. I wanted to see the look in his eyes. God, I wanted that scene.
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