Handsome Bob

Handsome Bob has told his best friend and colleauge that he wants him. One Two is straight. And a little homophobic. But he cant deny the little nagging feeling that he just has to know what Bob wants to do with him, even if he has to fight off the overwhelming feeling of selfhatred to do so. One Two just needs a little push to realize that he is infact, extremely gay for Handsome Bob.

Handsome Bob once took care of One Two’s mother when One Two was sent to the slammer for a few years.

Qoutes. Handsome Bob : Five years, you know, I don't know if I can handle it...

One Two : I don't know what I was thinking, Bob. I mean, there's nothing wrong with being a poof or being a gay, or whatever it is you call it, I don't know. I mean, there's gonna be plenty of your lot in there. You'll probably love it.

Handsome Bob : Oh, God...

[pause]

One Two : What... what exactly is it that you... that you want to do to me, then, Bob?

Qoute: One Two : Come on, Bobby boy, cheer up.

Handsome Bob : What have I got to cheer up about? I'll be locked up in an 8-by-10 tomorrow night.

One Two : Bob, that's tomorrow night, okay? So tonight is take-off time. And we have got a party planned for you, my man! We got a couple of grams of "hurry up" and four "Jack the Rippers". We've got the Harris twins, probably the most expensive escort girls ever to have escorted; got the night off from the Russians and they have been greased down just for the Bobski!

[Handsome Bob rubs his eyes]

One Two : Okay, well, I see that cheered you up.

Handsome Bob : It's not that I'm not grateful, it's just...

One Two : What? It's just what?

Handsome Bob : You wouldn't understand...

One Two : Come on, Bobby boy, that's not fair. I'd understand anything coming from you.

Handsome Bob : Would you?

One Two : Bob, you're my best mate.

Handsome Bob : You see, I don't want the strippers, One Two.

One Two : Okay.

Handsome Bob : I want you.

[One Two chuckles, but Handsome Bob remains serious]

One Two : Dirty bastard... You dirty bastard!

[stops the car and gets out]

One Two : Let's go get those papers from your boyfriend. And drop me off on the way. I'm going back to bed.

Handsome Bob : Can I come?

[One Two slaps him]

One Two : Bob, I know all your girlfriends, all of them.

Handsome Bob : I told you, you wouldn't understand!

One Two : What, I wouldn't understand that you're a fucking homo? You're Handsome Bob! You're Handsome Bob, the fucking lady-killer, that's who you are! Do you hear me, Bob? I mean, I've had showers with you, man. You've seen my fucking cock!

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