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Jim Hutton loves his husband, but he is just tired right now.
Freddie: Are you staring at my ass? Jim: No? Freddie: Well, why aren't you?
Freddie, laying down next to Jim: You're so adorable Jim, with his eyes closed: I could kick your ass. Freddie, with love in his eyes: I know.
Freddie, to Jim: Would you like to stay for dinner? Roger, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever?
*Balloons and ivy are on fire at one of Freddie's parties* Jim: This is fine. I am perfectly okay with this situation.
Freddie: Do you think cats get songs stuck in their head? Jim: Freddie it's 4 in the fucking morning
*Jim and Freddie enter the studio* Brian: Oh hey Fred! That's a nice top! Jim: I have a name. Freddie: *chokes on his drink*
Freddie: So, do you like cats? Jim: I love cats. I have an orange tabby named Oscar, actually. Freddie, trying to impress him: *pushes his drink off the table*
Freddie: Thought I was meowing back to Delilah for the past hour Freddie: Turns out it was just me and Jim meowing at each other from different rooms in the house
Jim: Theres a man with a mustache at the front door Freddie: Tell him I've already got one
Jim: *sniffs* Is something burning? Freddie, leaning over the counter lovingly: Just my love for you, darling Jim: FREDDIE THE TOASTER IS ON FIRE
John: Just go tell him you think he's cute. What's the worst that could happen? Freddie: He could hear me!
Freddie: *does anything* Jim: At times like this, it's fun to remember that we're legally married
