Frank Wheeler:
I've been with a girl a few times. In the city. A girl I hardly even know, who is nothing to me. But it's over now, really over. And if I weren't sure of that, then I guess I could never have told you about it.
April Wheeler:
Why did you?
Frank Wheeler:
Baby, I don't know... I guess it's a simple case of wanting to be a man again after all that abortion business, some kind of neurotic, irrational need to prove something...
April Wheeler:
No. I don't mean why did you have the girl, I mean, why did you tell me about it?
Frank Wheeler:
What do you mean?
April Wheeler:
I mean, what's the point? Is it supposed to make me jealous or something? Is it supposed to make me fall in love with you or back into bed with you or what? What would you like me to say Frank?
Frank Wheeler:
Why don't you say what you feel, April?
April Wheeler:
I don't feel anything.
Frank Wheeler:
In other words, you don't care what I do, or who I fuck or anything, hum?
April Wheeler:
No, I guess that's right, I don't. Fuck who you like.
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