[What are you some kinda homophobe--]

Oh, y'got artsy shite floatin' around in your noggin already?

[Hey, as far as Billy knows this guy is decently younger than him, so not out of the realm of being called 'son', 'lad', 'tyke', etc.]

Y'get one of those cabana keys? Drop it off there. 'Less you don't trust the roomies not to steal from ya.

[Which, hey, he gets it if so.]