https://www.reddit.com/r/rupaulsdragrace/comments/1j4zcrj/bob_plane_getting_into_it_with_a_homophobe

<Video starts with audio midway through Plane’s sentence>
QUEEN A: [this your] your brain on poppers… <Unintelligible>
MAJESTY: You know that right?
MASON: This is a nice shirt. Rush-
PERSON A: That was a good chirp.
MASON: -rush 20.
PERSON A: That was a good chirp.
QUEEN A: Rush…
UNIDENTIFIED PARTY 1: NO…
MASON: This the Panthers—
<Mason points to shirt>
PLANE: wait-wait-wait.
MASON: — Rush with the broncos. This is the original OG. The fucking-
PLANE: But wait, who is that?
MASON:  …this broncos versus the panthers.
QUEEN: <sings> I feel a rush, addicted to your touch. Oh - I feel a rush, addicted to your touch.
<Another queen joins in on the song>
MASON: FOOTBALL, FOOTBALL… That’s what a man likes. That’s what a man likes :). Look at you guys… pink bikini - What the fuck is that?! <unintelligible> jeans.
QUEEN: -30 years ago.
MAJESTY: Wait, wait-wait-wait. Are you- You’re coming at us when you’re wearing your moms jeans.
No-No-No you guys (collapsed?)-
MAJESTY: (Your girl would have wore those?) and you wore those shoes out. And, you don’t have a hair cut.
MASONS FRIEND: Mason- Mason do not try and trip them. They will win.
BOB: No keep doing it. Don’t stop!
MASONS FRIEND: They will win. They will win
<Majesty is still roasting him but cannot be heard over Bob.>
BOB: Don’t stop. Keep going
MAJESTY: You’re gonna sit here-
QUEEN: <sings> Don’t stop getit-getit
MASON: I have a little acne?
MAJESTY: No, you have acne
MASON: I do go to school, though.
MAJESTY: No, it’s- it’s prominent. You have really crazy acne.
MASON’S FRIEND: Mason, they will win!
<Majesty continues to roast mason as he stands there looking like Rupaul just told him to take the mask off.>
BOB: Mason, don’t stop. Keep going; you’re eating.
MASON FRIEND: Nooope
BOB: You’re crushing.
Majesty: It’s okay, I’m just trying to hook him up with a regiment.
<Mason stands there with 1000 yard stare>
BOB: No, Mason, you’re crushing. You’re eating right now.
MAJESTY: You need salicylic acid. You need uh, face wash, and you need hair- you need a shampoo and conditioner.
SOME BRO: Damn she hit you with the salicylic acid xD
MAJESTY: But you’re wearing a man’s shirt. Mind you, my shirt is 5 dollars. But you decided to wear a 25 dollar football shirt? Period.
PLANE: I- I mean I will say, having another man on your shirt is kinda gay.
MASON: You know what you guys need? You guys need a goodamn-
PLANE: Having another man on your shirt is kinda gay.
MASON: Grip. You need a grip.
<Mason does gripping motion; balling his hand into a fist>
MAJESTY: Oh, I have a grip.  (Non-playful tone)
MASON: No-no-no you can tell (by my fit??) <unintelligible> you need a grip.
PLANE: Having another man on your shirt is kinda gay, I’m not gonna lie.
<Plane directs question to Bob>
PLANE: Is having another man on your shirt not gay? It’s kinda gay.
<Mason daps up some friend exiting a venue. His girlfriend joins him.>
MAJESTY: No, it wasn’t great meeting him, I promise you-
MASON’S DAPPED UP FRIEND: No?
<The two men continue to hug>
MAJESTY: I promise you - not with that acne
QUEEN A: Period.
BOB: Mason don’t leave!
<MASON points to dapped-up friend leaving the venue>
MASON: It’s his 21st, man. It’s his 21st.
QUEEN A: Happy 21st, happy 21st.
MAJESTY (Et Al) : Happy birthday!
BOB: Mason don’t leave, you’re crushing.
MAJESTY: Happy birthday to you.
MASON: My birthday was while ago. My Birthday was a while ago.
MAJESTY: Fuck you, though. No, it’s good-good that it was a while ago.
QUEEN A: No one cares when your birthday was.
MAJESTY: YOU look like your birthday was at probably 1978. But it’s okay, you look older than what you look like.
PLANE: 78s- <unintelligible>
MASON: It was 2025
MAJESTY: How old are you?
MASON: 21
QUEEN: Can we just go get food?
BOB: No I’m loving this. <chortles> I like drama. Mason you’re crushing!
UNIDENTIFIED PERSON: So many chirps for no reason… for no reason.
<Mason stands there booting windows 98 in his brain)
MAJESTY: Mind you, most people behind me are talking to you.
MAJESTY: Where are you from?
<Mason’s answer can’t be heard over the chirping cross chatter. Mason gets closer to Majesty to answer her question. Their conversation can’t be heard because a woman starts talking to Bob.>
MASON’S GF: Hi, can you please stop recording?
BOB: NOPE! It’s a public street and I’m allowed to record~ :)
<GF gets between Majesty and Mason’s casual convo.>
MASON: Where you guys all from?
MAJESTY: New York.
BOB: Mason, don’t leave; you’re eating!
MAJESTY: You’re… Are- are you his girlfriend?
UNIDENTIFIED PERSON: Brooklyn Baby!
BOB: Mason don’t leave!
<Mason in sidebar with says “This my girl, though. She’s ripped(?). She’s amazing. She looks amazing…” Majesty says he’s not defending her (presumably to say they aren’t arguing). Mason replies “Yes I am - she looks great. I love her.” His girlfriend seems to be trying to end the encounter. Her words can’t be made out. The end part of this sidebar has too much cross talking to make out any more other than Mason saying: “You know how good she looks tonight?” Pointing to his girlfriend. “She looks fucking <unintelligible>… Amazing”>
<10 seconds of almost unintelligible cross chatter from the many people on the street>
BOB: Nope! Nope!
<~5 more seconds of cross-chatter>
MASON’S GF: I’m sorry, I don’t know what he said. I’m so sorry. <hugs BF>
MASON: Right…
MASON: No-no-no, I’m not trying to be rude. I’m not trying to be rude. I’m just saying <unintelligible>
BOB: You’re not even trying, it’s amazing.
MAJESTY: No, you have to have more respect when you approach somebody. And, it’s okay.
MASON: You’re right, alright. Maybe I <unintelligible>
MAJESTY: But you don’t know who I am, and I-
BOB: Mason, do you want to apologize?
MAJESTY: -I love to drag people.
MASON: You’re right.
MASON: I’m Mason- I’m Mason
<Majesty and Mason shake hands>
MAJESTY: Good, I’m Majesty.
MASON: Majesty.
MAJESTY: -and I don’t hands- shake hands with <unintelligible>
<Majesty walks away from the camera and the party>
MASON: I just- See that’s what I’m saying. I can’t- I can’t respect (it?) <Unintelligible>
BOB: Any final words? Do you want to apologize or stand by it?
<maniacal laugh in the background from  Majesty as she returns to the scene.>
MASON: Standby what? What I said?
BOB: Your words.
MAJESTY: Listen… <laughs> I promise you.
MASON: I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful at all. I was just trying to — gay.
MAJESTY: No it came off as disrespectful, love (love said as English slang)
MASON: -I think men should like women, and that’s all I’m saying.
MAJESTY: An no, that’s fine, but you luck dumb. That’s it~.
MASON’S FRIEND: Come on.
MASON: I’m — okay — I’m sorry.
BOB: Mason, you’re doing a good job.
<Mason’s friend grips him by the collar like a momma cat and drags him away.
MAJESTY: We don’t- We don’t-.
MASON’S FRIEND: Come on…
BOB: Mason don’t leave! Mason, stand your ground!
MAJESTY: No, Mason- No- go ‘head go ‘head!
<Mason turns back to continue trading with Bob, but his friend wrangles him and his final words aren’t really intelligible>
BOB: Men don’t walk away!
MASON’s GF: I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.
<Majesty hugs sincerely apologetic GF>
MAJESTY: No, you’re good baby. I absolutely love you. I hope you come to the drag race shows. Support drag queens.
MASON’S GF: No-No- I support it all, people. I feel so bad.
<mason gets a readjustment int he background from momma bear friend>
BOB: You’re boy friend doesn’t (PEPW). Your boyfriends kinda homophobiiiic~!
<End Transmission>