- I'm sick. I have leukemia.
- No. You're... you're eighteen, you... you're perfect.
- No-no. I found out two years ago. I've stopped responding to treatments.
- So why didn't you tell me?
- The doctor said I should go on and live life normally, as... as best I could. I didn't want anybody to be weird around me.
- Including me?
- Especially you! You know I was getting along with everything fine. I accepted it, and then you happened! I do not need a reason to be angry with God.