M...Maybe...Maybe this is what's right for me... Maybe I'll go down in Gay Hell... Where I can finally be reunited with Connor... Whom I just know ALWAYS loved me back... And if I do go... I'll be looking out for you, Paloma... And you, Adrien. Even your bitch of a girlfriend, whoever she is. And you, Mark. Specially you. I hope I can spectate you through the shower as like a spirit. And even you Bernie. Cause you're hot too.
*squeezes Paloma's hand tightly*
And when Taylor Swift is handing you the award for Best New Artist at the Grammys... I'll be there for you. Unless the bisexual spirit of Connor Fitzgerald is handling my ass. Destroy... The... Pink... Ladies.