Just then, Alexander spots another, hotter guy on the dance floor, with whom Stuart is immediately fixated. As Nathan and Donna and everyone else watches, Stuart makes his way down the stairs to the dance floor. He waltzes up to the first guy and kisses him on the cheek. Stuart then turns and faces the other, hotter guy and beckons him to join them, to a chorus of, "He's not! He can't! He can!" from his friends. Donna says to Nathan in disbelief, "He's not having them both...?" Nathan, who is smiling at her as if she's a retarded child, tells her, "You don't understand." Hey, Nathan, how about you stop trying to come over like you've got the book of secrets to all things gay and grown-up? And Donna, please feel free to stuff your nap-ass ponytail in Nathan's mouth, because someone needs to remind him that he only lost his arse cherry, like, five minutes ago. Thanks. Stuart is still standing with his two men on the dance floor, in between them with his arms draped around their shoulders. He kisses them both, then looks up at Vince, who is gazing down at him lovingly, adoringly, and with envy. "What does he say to them?" someone asks, and Vince replies, "If we only knew that. If we knew the magic words...But he says them for all of us." The magic word you need to learn, Vince, is "No." Or perhaps the phrase "Stuart, fuck off" would be better. Either way, let's knock it off with the Stuart worship.