Ruthie: I feel like such an idiot. How could I be so stupid? No, how could you be so stupid? I hate you! Martin: Please, please don’t hate me. Ruthie: Get out! Martin: But Ruthie listen .. Ruthie: NO! Don’t. Just get out! Get out, get out, get out. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! [tries to calm down Ruthie by hugging her] Martin: I hate me too.