There be dragqueens

It can be really, really hard talking to my friend Darryl:

Darryl: What's your stance on drag queens?
Harvey: In what sense?
Darryl: Bone-ability. Obviously.
Harvey: (Sigh.) Why? Why?
Darryl: Well, Trent asked me a few days ago.
Harvey: OK...?
Darryl: It was Tuesday.
Harvey: Yeah, I don't care about that. What did you say?
Darryl: I told him I would get back to him. I need to check what the word on the street was.
Harvey: "Word on the street?" Listen, to answer your question, I'm not into to drag queens. Are you?
Darryl: Dude, I'm not gay.
Harvey: Clearly. But you are attracted to drag queens.
Darryl: No.
Harvey: Right.
Darryl: Now, having said that—
Harvey: Here we go.
Darryl: I've been dabbling in straight guys dressing as women for the purposes of comedy. There's a kind of appeal there.
Harvey: Dabbling. OK.
Darryl: Remember Jonathan Brandis in Ladybugs? You weren't even a little bit curious about what was going on under those soccer shorts? (May he rest in peace.)
Harvey: Christ.
Darryl: Hey, judge-mo, this isn't a sexual thing. It's aesthetic. You have to admit Dave Foley was pretty cute wearing a dress in Kids In the Hall.
Harvey: Please stop.
Darryl: He's gained a lot of weight since then though.
Harvey: I can't accept this.
Darryl: Terry Jones really tore it up too.
Harvey: Dude.
Darryl: And Gilda Radner.
Harvey: She's a woman.
Darryl: Hm. I guess I'd still fuck her too.
Harvey: I gotta go.