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'Frank Wheeler, I think you're the most interesting person I've ever met.'
'And you know what you are? You're disgusting!'
'First of all, I missed you all day. And I wanna say I'm sorry (...) I'm sorry for everything. And I love you.'
'Look at us. We bought into the same ridiculous delusion. This idea that you have to resign from life and settle down the moment you have children. And we've been punishing eachother for it.'
'We're going to Europe. To Paris. To live.'
'Maybe we are running. Running from the hopeless emptiness of the whole life here, right?'
'If being crazy means living life as if it matters I don't care if we're completely insane.'
'My point is that we've both been under strain. We gotta be helping eachother out as much as we can right now.'
April - 'So now I'm crazy because I don't love you, right?! Is that the point?!'
Frank - 'No! Wrong! You're not crazy and you DO love me. That's the point, April.'
April - '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.'
mood: 
artistic
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