Now, Voyager1942

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

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

Tina:
What kind?

Charlotte:
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.

Tina:
Will they like me then?

Charlotte:
Who are they?

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

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

Tina:
No. I hate them.

Charlotte:
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?

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