April Wheeler: So now I’m crazy because I don’t love you, right? Is that the point?
Frank Wheeler: No! Wrong! You’re not crazy, and you do love me. That’s the point, April.
April Wheeler: But I don’t. I hate you. You were just some boy who made me laugh at a party once, and now I loathe the sight of you. In fact, if you come any closer, if you touch me or anything, I think I’ll scream.