B: What are you gonna do?
B: You're never gonna feel anything?
B: How you gonna do that?
G: I don't know. I'll figure it out.
B: You're so messed up.
G: Yeah? I don't need you to take care of me.
G: I take care of myself. That's what I do.
G: Why don't you go find some other girl who's not gonna hurt you?
B: Because I love you.