← Don’t smile. Think of the number of people who … who become absent every day. 🔊✎
← opens her eyes and smiles. ✎
← I have taste, because I like you. Look at me. Smile at me. 🔊✎
← Now you’re asking me to smile. My smile’s going to go into your eyes and then God knows what’ll happen to it. I’m sorry, Ms. Serano. 🔊✎
← (They look at each other. ESTELLE smiles, a little fascinated despite herself.) ✎
← You sit there ignoring us, meditating like some fake Buddha, I’ve closed my eyes and I can still feel she’s beaming every noise she makes towards you, every little rustle of her dress, sending invisible smiles in your direction … 🔊✎