— I love him.
— That's nonsense. Have you been in love before?
— There, you see. Then you can't know if you love him.
— We... danced.
— That doesn't mean anything.
— It does, too. We danced with one another. I know that I love him, because... because I know. It's right here. Inside of me. And you... You don't know have a clue about life. Not a clue. Because I have a boyfriend and you don't. You... old cow. We danced. We bought bus tickets. And we ate ice cream. And we shot for flowers. We slept in the same bed. We gazed at the moon. And I heard his heart beat.
We haven't been crazy very long, but I'm absolutely happy to be with you.
— I need you.
— But I don't need you.
— Is there anything else I should know about you? Quirks you have besides no touching? I mean, you don't hear voices, right?
— Sure I do.
— You hear voices?
— Yes.
— What... right now?
— Yes.
— And what do they say?
— And what do they say?
— Right... it's my voice you hear.
— Is someone else here?
— No.
— Good.