CONSTANCE: Constance Harding. I was going to go to my first dance this year, but now, obviously, I can't. When did you come out, by the way?

(A forkful of cake stopped halfway to Benny's mouth)

BENNY: Sorry?

CONSTANCE: Your accent gives you away.

BENNY: My accent?

CONSTANCE: Yes, my dear.

(Constance sighed)

CONSTANCE: Do you know, I was hoping to go cruising, before I came out...

(Benny frowned)

BENNY: Isn't that rather the wrong way around?

CONSTANCE: I suppose so. My mother was going to come too.

BENNY: Really?

CONSTANCE: Yes, she's very gay.

BENNY: Obviously.

(Benny ate her cake thoughtfully. She raised a finger to ask a question, then lowered it again)

BENNY: You know, I think we've been talking at cross-purposes...