Small talk "So those Baers huh?"

M "I hate my face"

J "Why would you say that?"

M "Cause its how I feel"

J "Well that makes me want to cry"

M "Yeah, my face makes me want to cry too"

J "Shut up, you know what I mean"

M "And you know what I meant"

J "Well what makes you hate it? I dont understand. Other people like it, I love it"

M "I dont really believe that. Even if it were true I dont care, it doesnt matter. I know what my face is and I will always obsesse about its monstrous representation of who I am."

J "You are intolerable"

M "Again, I blame my face"

J "Fine, I am leaving you until you like your face."

M "I dont think letting my face push you away will make me like it in anway at anytime."

J "Well I guess you will die alone."

M "I guess."