"Honey," Norman said reasonably. "It was self-defense."
"No it wasn't, Mr. Norman. It was bad boys on a spree."
"We were protecting you, Ma'am," the Killer said.
"No you weren't, Mr. Hamburger. You were enjoying yourselves. I thought you were all such nice men. Now I'm ashamed of you. I hate fighting. There's no excuse for fighting ... ever!"
"Gabby," Lennox said gently. "Get off the soap-box."
She turned on him. "And you started it all, Jordan. Why did you hit that poor blond man?"
"He was a fag and he was bothering me."
"That's no excuse. He's as sick as that poor naked girl. You've got to feel sorry for homosexuals. You shouldn't hate them. But you do. You like to hate and hurt."
"Ah don't blame'm," Norman muttered. "Queens is poison. Make any man want to punch 'em."
"You be quiet, Mr. Norman."