I'm ugly and nobody likes me...I'm not pretty in the least. You know I'm not.

Well, whoever wants that kind of prettiness, Tina? There's something else you can have if you earn it. A kind of beauty.

What kind?

Something that has nothing to do with your face. A light shines from inside you because you're a nice person. You think about it. Someday, you'll know I'm right.

Will they like me then?

Who are they?

Everybody. All the kids at school, Miss Trask, and the nurses and the doctors. Oh, there must be something awfully wrong with me.

Do you like them, Tina? The kids at school, and Miss Trask and the nurses and the doctors?

No. I hate them.

Shhh. That's something else you've got to grow up with. If you want people to like you, you've got to like people.
Tina': Why are you so good to me?

Because somebody was good to me once when I needed somebody.