~ Wayne And Byron ~

"Wayne?"

"What is it now, Byron?"

"I was just wondering...are we out yet?"

"Out of what, Byron? Cigarettes?"

"No. We're good on butts. I was wondering if we're out of...you know...the closet."

"Well...I told my mom. But I haven't issued a statement to the press, if that's what you mean."

"Yeah. ...uh...here's the thing, Wayne: see...I need to know when we're out so I can implement my plan."

"Byron...what on God's green earth are you talking about?"

"You know. That joint I want to open up on Lower Broadway."

"Love The Drake?"

"That's it! Can't you see it, Wayne? We'd all be..together."

"You're an idiot, Byron. Frickin' certifiable!...you know as well as I do we're the only two gay ducks in the entire Western Hemisphere! Quit it with this "gay duck bar" thing! You're startin' to scare me, my special little feathered friend....You hear me?!"

"Yes, sir."


"...sheesh!..."

"Sorry, Wayne."