Isabelle James: What do you want?
Christine Stanford: I used to want to be admired.
Isabelle James: I admire you.
Christine Stanford: Well, now I want to be loved.
Christine Stanford: I woke up in the hospital and my mother was sobbing, and I asked her what happened to Clarissa, and she said... Well, she didn't. She wouldn't even look at me. And no one ever said anything, but I knew what they were thinking.
[sniffing, then in a whisper]
Christine Stanford: That I killed her. And they never told me that they loved me ever again.