Lola: Did you see where the government is talking about letting the queers from other countries stay over here if they have already been with another queer for a while?
Dirk: You mean partnered.
Lola: Is that what your kind calls it?
Dirk (rolling eyes): Yes, mom. But don’t tell anyone, okay — we’re trying to keep the phrase hush-hush so that  you breeders don’t start using it.
Lola (pursing lips to express her displeasure): Anyway, they’re going to let that Filipino lezzie stay here with her girlfriend ’cause they’ve been together so long. The Filipinos are nice people and really pretty, too.
Dirk: …
Lola: What? They are. I say let the foreign queers stay as long as they aren’t from a dirty country. You know who else is pretty? The Swedes.
Dirk: …
Lola: They are. Now just imagine if Tristan had a Swedish boyfriend and the government wouldn’t let him stay.
Dirk: I’d be pretty pissed off. Tristan is my boyfriend — why is he dating a Swede?
Lola: Jesus Christ! Would you stop with that “boyfriend” bullshit?! That sounds so stupid…
Dirk: Unless someone’s dating a Swede in need of a green card?
Lola: Oh shut up! Just go put on your yellow coat and dance around like a fairy so everybody knows you suck dick.* Jesus Christ.

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*For full effect of this  statement, extend pinkie and simulate limp wrist in an approximation of the universal sign of total faggotry.