She wasn't only gay, she was a gay elf.
You've never told me about your love life, Scarlett. You're a very pretty girl. You must have a boy shacked up somewhere for your personal delights. I'd bet it's a booky one, overtones of Harry Potter and a lot of black T-shirts.
Some nutter's gone and pulled a Jack the Ripper.
Go see old virgins! Now ask a strange boy out, you shy, Retarded thing!
Hot tea," he said, holding the cups. "It's just wrong.
One person's crazy is another person's sane, I guess.