Nobody "gave" us marriage, we ripped it from your selfish, ig'nint hands YOU HET BEYOTCH.
Or something.
Here's how the sooper secret meeting went:
"Dese fuckin gays, Watta we gonna do wit dem? Always smiling and dancing and putting on Broadway plays and shit. What right do dey got to be less miserable than us?"
"Yeah! If only we could make em suffer years of soulkilling misery like the rest of us! The bastards! Too bad they don't get married haha..."
sudden silence as room goes dead quiet.
""Joey! Yer a frickin GENIUS! THAT's how we'll get em! We'll make em think, get this, that marriage is something they WANT but can't HAVE! We'll make such a stink about them getting marriage they'll think it must be frickin AWEsome, they'll BEG for it!"
"Damn, Vito, you're an evil bastard ya know that? That's why I love you not in a gay way! Let's go drink beer right from the can and fart and burp, scratch ourselves in public and do masculine hetero stuff."