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.
Frank: Frank: Oh, come on, stop this April. [He touches her for an instant and she screams at the top of her lungs before walking away...