Aren't they awful? Aren't they impossible? Treating us as if we were still in the nursery.
Don't let it bother you. It doesn't bother me.
You shouldn't talk that way. You've got the most awful inferiority complex.
I think more seriously about life now. I want to be a journalist... or something. I love to write. What do you want to do?
I thought I might go off someplace... work on a farm or something... some job that doesn't take too much brains.
I know I'm not smart.
That isn't true. You're much better than I am in dozens of things... arithmatic and algebra and... well, you're a million times better than I am in Algebra. You like Margot, don't you? Right from the start you liked her, liked her much better than me.
Oh, I don't know.
Oh, no, I'm not. I know quite well that I'm not a beauty. I never have been and never shall be.
It's all right. Everyone feels that way. Margot's so good. She's sweet and bright and beautiful and I'm not.
I don't agree at all. I think you're pretty.
I wouldn't say that.
What do you think now, Peter? How have I changed?
That's not true!
And another thing. You've changed... from at first, I mean.
I used to think you were awful noisy.
Well... er... you're... quieter.
I bet when you get out of here, you'll never think of me again.