Kat: I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots. And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick-it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh -even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you-not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
凱特: 我討厭你跟我說話的方式，討厭你的發型，還有你開我的車時候的樣子。當你瞪著眼睛的樣子，你那肥大愚蠢的格鬥靴，你看出我心事的表情，都讓我生厭。我對你沒一絲好感——你讓我惡心，甚至讓我變得莫名其妙。我恨你那種自以為是的姿態舉止。你撒謊，你讓我大笑的時候都讓我生氣，甚至比讓我哭都難受。我恨你，你不在我身邊，你連個電話都不打。但更多的時候，我恨我自己為什麼不恨你——一點兒恨你的感覺都沒有，真是讓人可氣。