Mitchell: Oh, good. You're up. It is such a beautiful day. Let's go have brunch somewhere outside where I can wear my new sunglasses. Ew, gross! What happened to you?
Cameron: I don't feel good. I'm hot. Now I'm cold.
Mitchell: Oh, no.
Cameron: And we have that concert tonight.
Mitchell: I know, but, honey, that's the furthest thing from my mind, okay?
[aside to camera:]
Mitchell: Why me? We had amazing seats for Lady Gaga and he gets sick. I've been looking forward to that concert for months. It's the one gay cliche I allow myself.