Jack Comes Out To His Mom... And She Comes Out To Him | Will & Grace

Honey, I'm worried. You haven't said a thing about my bangs. They're a little short, but they'll grow in. Mom, I have something I want to say to you. I've kept this from you for a long time, and that's wrong. Because it makes it seem like I'm ashamed of something I'm not ashamed of. I want you to know who I am because I'm proud of who I am. Mom, are you wearing Chloe? Jack! Mom, I'm gay. Oh. Judah, it's okay. So he's gay. He's still the same little boy who gave you highlights for the first time. Honey, I think you're missing the silver lining here. When you're old and in diapers, a gay son will know how to keep you away from chiffon and backlighting. Mom, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this is who I am. You could never disappoint me. I just want you to be happy. Looking back on it, there have been clues. When you were a child, you were overly fond of the nursery rhyme, Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub. And you do have a lot of flamboyantly gay friends. I mean, look at Will. No matter what, Jack, you're what I'm most thankful for in the whole world. Why are you crying? Because I have a secret, too. The man you think is your father is not your father. What? My God, this is like watching Gaze of Our Lives. Who's my father? Well, it's not exactly clear. Mother, if your explanation doesn't end with the phrase, born in a manger, I'm going to be violently ill. It was the 60s. I went to this party. Keys were thrown in a bowl. The bowl was thrown in the pool. Off came the ponchos, and nine months later, there you were. Okay, uh, I can accept that. So, the guy I thought was my dad wasn't.