and furthermore, my words are like a dagger with a jagged edge that'll stab you in the head whether you're a fag or a lez, or a homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest. Pants or dress. Hate fags? The answer's yes
Based on the comments, I started watching this with the volume all the way down. I gradually turned it up so I could hear what she was saying and the shock paralyzed me.
Self-abasement on such a grand and witless scale that halfway through I started day-dreaming about falling through a time warp and landing outside the Grand Guignol.
Hauling myself up from the pavement, I sauntered into the establishment and ordered a port. A dwarf with a misshapen face took my coat and referred to me as "Jezebel." In similar turn I called him "Sinbad," and the dwarf read significance into this. Then the curtains drew apart to reveal Jodie Foster.