You always spout the same words as if they were scripted. That homosexuality is a sin, that it's a curse, that it's disgusting. I know all about the cross hanging around your neck that peeks out whenever you walk, and how you go to church every Sunday to pray—I know how devout a Christian you are. I know, but... you see, Guest, human emotions don't always move the way we want them to. If you ever found out that I love you, I wonder what kind of face you would make?