Larry loves his live-in boyfriend, Hank, but he just isn’t cut out
START: Larry: Why am I always the goddamn villain in the piece! If I’m not thought of as a happy-home wrecker, I’m an impossible son of a bitch to live with!
[Harold: Guilt turns to hostility. Isn’t that right, Michael?
Michael: Go stick your tweezers in your cheek.]
Larry: I’m fed up to the teeth with everybody feeling so goddamn sorry for poor shat-upon Hank.
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END: You gotta have it! It can’t work any other way. And the ones who swear their undying fidelity are lying. Most of them, anyway--ninety percent of them. They cheat on each other constantly and lie through their teeth. I’m sorry, I can’t be like that and it drives Hank up a wall.
Crowley, Mart, The Boys in the Band, Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1968, pp. 111-113.
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