Younger Patrick: Tom.
Younger Tom: Don't ruin it.
Younger Patrick: How would I do that?
Younger Tom: Asking about the next time.
Younger Patrick: There he was. I recognized him even from behind. That fine head. The unmistakable line of his shoulder.
Younger Patrick: My policeman was magnificently alive in front of me.
Younger Patrick: It's hell being alone. I don't know whether I'll ever see my policeman again.
Younger Patrick: These are wretched times we live in.
Younger Patrick: When one has to scurry underground like a criminal.
Younger Patrick: Taste, is simply just knowing how something makes you feel.
Younger Patrick: For a policeman, that's very romantic.
Younger Tom: Can you share me?
Younger Patrick: If that's what it takes.
