>> randy coming out to his father

- dad, i need to tell you something... i'm gay.

- is that it?

- wait, you knew? why didn't you tell me?

- what? i'm supposed to tell you that you're gay? i think you're supposed to tell me that.

- well, you could've saved me so much agony.

- agony?

- discomfort.

- so, uh, what prompted this confession?

- nick saw pictures of me and chaz taken in a phott booth.

- nude?

- dad!

- is that it? hmm? 'cause if so, i really should get back to my work.

- no no no, it's about this community service center. chaz's parents want to close the place down today, just because of a show that they think is gonna out chaz. we need your legal help.

- oh, friends in need. wind in my hair. i'm feeling young again. maybe i'll even crash your poker party.

>> chaz's video diary

dear nick... i need to tell you something. but i can't seem to do it in person, so i'm gonna try it the firehouse way. i encourage the kids that i mentor there to tell stories in a video diary. the kids, like you, look up to me, but... what you don't know is - is that i'm a fraud and a coward. by definition, i'm a different breed from our parents, and so are you, nick. you live in this bubble, but you're always the real you. but you don't pretend. and i've always been jealous of that. thay say that aspies can't communicate. oh, they are wrong. you laugh, you sulk, you roll on the floor. you comminicate if not only in words, and in moods. soon i'm gonna tell the world i'm gay. and when the shit hits the fan, i'm gonna need you to watch my back. i love you, bro.

>> nick's speech

( chaz: grandma said a long time ago that vietnamese people used to eat coconut frogs. oh yeah, coconut and frogs. they'd take a coconut and make a small cut and insert a tadpole. then, a few weeks later, they'd open up the coconut to find a blind frog with white skin.) after a couple of weeks...you open the coconut...and you'll see...a blind frog with...with white skin. and it'll have the smoothest skin and the softest coconut-flavoured meat.

for most of my life...i've been like one of those tadpoles. growing up in a strange world that never seemed right, but trying my best to fit in, to grow...into a frog. after spending time at the firehouse, it hit me. our parents wanted us to be perfect. they had an image of what perfect should be. but in the end, i don't deserve to live in a coconut. no one does. chaz was gay, and i have asperger's. but i agree with chaz. i am not a white frog. and i will not be a white frog, even if i'm weird or different or strange. 'cause you know what, everyone is different.