T.K: I thought you were out to them?
Carlos: I am.
TK: Wow, well that's even worse. You're out to them, and you still didn't tell them that I'm your boyfriend.
Carlos: It's more complicated than that. 
TK: Can it be?
Carlos: Look, not all of us were raised in Manhattan with parents who couldn't tear the closet door off fast enough. My parents are more traditional. I just don't like to rub their noses in it.
TK: Rub their noses in it? You didn't want to rub their noses in the fact that you have somebody who loves you and you supposedly love back? I freed some more space in your closet, Carlos.