- I think I--
- I think I love you too.
- You make me feel brave.
- I love you.
(energetic music)
- People don't turn gay. They are who they are.
- No, you don't know what you're saying.
- I do. I do.
Look, I know how you were raised,
but the world's a different place.
And sure, it's not great, but it's better
because of people who have the courage to be who they are,
people like her.
I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone.
I just want to be me.
So here it goes.
I love you, Emma Nolan.
(crowd gasps)
- Oh my God.
- I love you too.
(cymbal drum roll)
- You know, I'm good with taking it slow.
- [Erin] You sure?
- Mm hmm (affirmative).
- I am terrified of meeting your friends.
Like, what if they don't like me?
- Bitch, everybody likes you.
- Yeah, you right.
- Oh wow. Okay. Okay.
(both laughing)
- I think I--
- I think I love you too.
(cymbal drum roll)
- My good friend, Betty. We played on the same team.
She said, Terry,
I don't know if you know anything about this,
when these women get together like another woman.
And I said, no, I haven't.
I didn't know what to think, until I met Pat.
I don't know what happened
but we went skating this one night together
and she said, "Here," and she hands me this piece of paper.
It was the most beautiful note that Pat wrote.
And she says, I'm a reader.
And I read lots of stories, but I've never known
where another woman loved another woman.
And she says, "Above all things, I hope it's mutual."
(cymbal drum roll)
- What is he, your boyfriend?
(laughter)
- You're a child. An infant.
You're mocking is thus infantile.
He's not my boyfriend.
This man is more to me than you can dream.
He's the moon when I'm lost in darkness
and warmth when I shiver in cold
and his kiss still thrills me even after millennia.
His heart overflows with a kindness
of which this world is not worthy of.
I love this man beyond measure and reason.
He's not my boyfriend.
He's all and he's more.
- You incurable romantic.
(cymbal drum roll)
- Oh, good evening. How are you?
- Who the hell is that?
- Yes, that's right.
The message is for my roommate, Larry.
Just say that I called and...
- It's our answering service.
- And said, I love you.
- Hank, are you crazy?
- You heard me correctly. That's what I said.
The message is for Larry, it's from me, Hank,
and it is just as I said.
I love you.
Yeah, thanks.
(cymbal drum roll)
- Love isn't patient and kind and humble.
Love is...
Love is messy.
and horrible and selfish and
bold.
It's not finding your perfect half.
It's...
trying
and reaching
and failing.
Love is
being willing to ruin your good painting
for the chance at a great one.
Is this really the boldest stroke you can make?
- You.
(cymbal drum roll)
- I want to be like you.
You're just, you're out and you're so sure of yourself
and you're open and you're like, intimidatingly cool.
- I'm not intimidatingly cool.
- You know, when I saw you today, I was so excited
but also crazy scared because my friends don't know.
So I handled it--
- Like, really badly.
- Like really, really badly (nervous laughing).
But you inspired me.
I mean, just like that night, you make me feel brave
and you make me feel like I want to be
the best possible version of myself so.
(slow ballad begins)
♪ It's coming on Christmas that's what Jody's telling me ♪
♪ And war isn't over ♪
♪ But we still have presents 'round the tree ♪
(slow ballad continues)
(laughter)