Leila (patient of psychiatric clinic)

— 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.

— Do you never wear shoes?
— I don't like to cage up my feet.

Look... The moon turned its light on.

— Don't worry. I won't dump you.
— What a relief.

I mean... if I had a boyfriend... and he were to leave me... I'd be really sad.

— I need you.
— But I don't need you.