Renee: Mom, it's Renee, and I hope you get this message... ah... I'm ok, but I can't get out of Manhattan and everyone's getting sick. [breath] I had to have a... couple of drinks to get up the nerve to call you... umm... There's something I wanted to tell you, in person, but now I don't know if, err... I'm gay, mom. I, erm - I've always been gay, it's why I came to New York and... Julie, er - Julie isn't my roommate mom... W-well she is but... uhh... I hope you're ok mom and... I hope you're ok about this and that you don't hate me and that you're ok... I love you, mom. I love you.