Preacher Lady: “I got freedom of speech! And God tells me that the gay devils are controlling New York.”�
Me: “If you do not cease and desist fouling the air with homophobia, I must sing…show tunes.”
Preacher Lady: “The Lawd says you are going to…” (litany of punishments that would be fun with the right person).
Me: (sings) “The Girl that I marry will have to be, as soft and as sweet as a nursery, the girl I call my own, will wear diamonds and laces and smell of cologne…”