Enid: You know what my number one fantasy used to be?
Seymour: What?
Enid: I used to think about one day, just not telling anyone, and going off to some random place. And I'd just... disappear. And they'd never see me again. Did you ever think about stuff like that?
Seymour: I guess I probably did when I was your age.
Enid: You know what we should do? We should just get in your car right now, and just drive off, just the two of us. Find some totally different place and start a whole new life. Fuck everybody.
Seymour: I'm uh, I'm not in any good condition to drive.
Enid: I'm serious! I'm just so sick of everybody. Why can't I just do what I want?
Seymour: What do you want?
Enid: What do *you* want?
[pause]
Enid: Don't you like me?