Clayton Boone: The monster's lonely. He wants a friend. A girlfriend. Somebody. What's so sick about that?
Hannah: Poor Mr. Jimmy. There is much good in him, but he will suffer the fires of hell.
Clayton Boone: Oh yeah?
Hannah: That is what the priests tell me. His sins of the flesh will keep him from heaven.
Clayton Boone: Hell, everybody's got those.
Hannah: No. His is the worst. The unspeakable. The deed no man can name without shame. What is the good English? All I know is bugger, he's a bugger, men who bugger each other.
Clayton Boone: A homo?
Hannah: Yes, you know.