I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots. And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick - it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh - even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you - not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all.
Jonathan: So are you gonna meet your boyfriend now or what? Sara: No, I think he's out probably doing what you're doing. Jonathan: Getting a crush on somebody else's girlfriend? No, I'm sorry, I just meant I had a really nice time. You know, maybe you should give me your phone number. Just in case. Sara: In case of what? Jonathan: In case of life. I just had a really great time and for all we know I wouldn't be able to find you again. Sara: Well, if we're meant to meet again, we'll meet again. it's just not the right time now. Jonathan: Maybe we're supposed to meet on British time and we're five hours too early.