Veronika: I hate you.
Dr. Blake: Really? Tell me about it.
Veronika: Fine. I hate your stupid desk. And I hate your ugly ties. And I hate your ridiculous socks. And I hate everyone locked up in this place. And I hate my parents for spending their very last penny to keep me in this zoo. God forbid they should ever, for one moment, live their own lives. Is that what they came here for? To be the fucking same as everybody else? And I hate the jerks in my office who think the money they earn makes them "the shit". And more than anything I hate the zombies on the subway who have forgotten all of their dreams or the fact that they ever had any to begin with.
Dr. Blake: I have some terrifying news for you.
Veronika: What could be more terrifying than this?
Dr. Blake: You sound like you might be feeling better.