I hate the word homophobia. It's not a phobia. You are not scared. You are an asshole.
The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bully.
— All right. You want me to tell you why you couldn't handle it?
— Unless you'd like me to jump off the fucking roof.
— She's gay.
— No kidding.
— And you are a macho, homophobic...
— Homophobic?
— Yes, and gay, male or female, scares the living hell out of you.
— Right.
— Where are you going?
— To jump off the fucking roof.
— I should be so lucky.
Explanation:
Steve Brooks is in body of a woman called Amanda. His lesbian client Sheila Faxton is interested in Amanda. But while kissing Steve (Amanda) faints.