Charlie: I admire you, Donald, you know? I spent my whole life paralyzed, worrying about what people think of me, and you, you’re just oblivious.
Donald: I’m not oblivious.
Charlie: No, you don’t understand. I mean that as a compliment. There was this time in high school. I was watching you out the library window and you were talking to Sarah Marsh.
Donald: Oh, God, I was so in love with her.
Charlie: I know. And, and you were flirting with her and she was being really sweet to you.
Donald: I remember that.
Charlie: And then when you walked away she started making fun of you with Kim Canetti. And it was like they were, they were laughing at me. I mean…you didn’t know at all. You seemed so happy.
Donald: I knew. I heard them.
Charlie: Well, how come you were so happy?
Donald: I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine, that love. I owned it. Even Sarah didn’t have the right to take it away. I can love whoever I want.
Charlie: But she thought you were pathetic.
Donald: That was her business, not mine. You are what you love, not what loves you. That’s what I decided a long time ago.