Pete: He’s terrified of that— always stops him you see.
Dud: I don’t want that fucking beer-stained gob all over me!
Pete: No beer, dear! No beer! Afraid of your own homosexuality! Yes! Terrified of it! Not even a kiss after all these years of slaving together… not allowed to let the secret out, are you? Can’t take a kiss in public, can you? Nooooo, [leans in]—
Dud: Oh, fuck off—
Pete: Look at him rearing back in horror! ….from the truth. Yes, you can’t face the truth, can you?! Not the truth, not the REAL truth… you talk a lot about the truth, but the real truth about your raving homosexuality… it never comes out does it?