Aimée & Jaguar1999

Ilse:
What does she have that I don't have?

Felice:
Nothing, absolutely nothing. She isn't better or worse than any of us.

Ilse:
How can you say that? How?[beat] Has she risked her life? Would she lie and steal and fight for you? Do you think she'd take risks my father takes? She has no idea what it's like listening to every idiot who comes up the stairs. But you know how it is, Felice. Your behaviour makes me sick!

Felice:
[long beat] So send me a bill.

Ilse:
[beat] I'm sorry.

Felice:
What for? You're right. [beat] "God created the world, Felice. You didn't" That's what my father always said to me. My sister, my mother... they all agreed "Felice is crazy". And do you know why? Because for me nothing can be taken for granted. No God. No car that picks me up, no Ilse to help me, and no "thank you" I have to tell her every day. You want something special, Ilse. And I'm not. [beat] I'm ungrateful and desperate for admiration. Say whatever you like. But don't make me a victim, because it's my goddamned mediocre little right to be free. [beat] As long as I can.