Aren't they aweful? Aren't they imopossible? Treating us as if we were still in the nursery.
Don't let it bother you. It doesn't bother me.
Wait, you like Margot don't you? Right from the start you liked her, much better than me.
It’s all right. Everyone feels that way. Margot’s so good. She’s sweet and bright and beautiful and I’m not.
Oh, I don't know.
I wouldn't say that. I think you're pretty.
Oh, no, I’m not. I know that. I know quite well that I’m not a beauty. I never have been and never shall be. I bet when you get out of here you’ll never think of me again. You'll go back with all of your friends.
Oh Peter, of course you have. Everyone has friends. Besides, wouldn't that mean you can get along without me? I think of myself as your friend.
I don't have any friends. And I don't want any. I get along all right without them.
No, if they were all like you, it would be different.
Was she pretty? The girl you kissed.
Peter, did you ever kiss a girl?
Yes. Once.
I don't know. I was blindfolded. It was at a party. One of those kissing games.
Nine o'clock. I have to go. Good night.
No. Sometimes I might bring my diary. There are so many things in it that I want to talk over with you. There’s a lot about you.