"Do you know what the definition of insanity is?
"No! Do you?"
"Yes! It's the inability to relate to another human being. It's the inability to love. April... April? April!"
"The inabil... the inability... The inability to love.... Oh Frank, you really are a wonderful talker. If black could be made into white by talking, you'd be the man for the job. So now I'm crazy because I don't love you, right? Is that the point?"
"No! Wrong! You're not crazy, and you do love me."
"But I don't. I hate you."
"Fuck you, April! Fuck you and all your hateful, goddamn."
"What are you going to do now? Are you going to hit me? To show me how much you love me?"
"Don't worry, I can't be bothered! You'rе not worth the trouble it would take to hit you! You'rе not worth the powder it would take to blow you up. You are an empty, empty, hollow shell of a woman. I mean, what the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much? Why the hell are you married to me? What the hell are you doing carrying my child? I mean, why didn't you just get rid of it when you had the chance? Because listen to me, listen to me, I got news for you - I wish to God that you had!"