Interior: High School Boy's Locker Room
Steve: Hey, Drew, why is it that you always wait until everybody else leaves before you change?
Drew: It's just, y'know, I don't want other dudes looking at my bare legs and stuff.
Steve: What's the big deal? You're not gay are you?
Drew: No way. Are you kidding? Don't even joke. About that, I mean. Don't joke about that specifically.
Steve: Wait a minute...
Drew (nervously): What...?
Steve: You wear tightie whities!
Drew: No, that's ridiculous. No, no, just, no.
Steve yanks down Drew's pants, revealing a tight pair of briefs as white as the driven snow
Steve (laughing): Everybody! Drew wears tighty whities!
Principal (walking in): Young man, you are a loser. (exits)
Drew: Shut up! Stop, look, this is a big misunderstanding. These are boxers. Just kind of bunched up a little, is all.
Steve: No they're not.
Drew: Well, I mean, boxer-briefs really. Like, a little bit brief, but pretty much 70% boxer.
Steve: Why are they white?
Drew: My stupid mom... she accidentally bleached them.
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