Rustin: Exact same thing they do now. Just out in the open.
Martin: Bullshit. It'd be a fucking freak show of murder and debauchery and you know it.
Rustin: If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then brother that person is a piece of shit; and I'd like to get as many of them out in the open as possible.
Martin: Well, I guess your judgment is infallible, piece-of-shit-wise. You think that notebook is a stone tablet?
Rustin: What's it say about life, hmm? You gotta get together, tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the god damn day. Nah. What's that say about your reality, Marty?