Andre: Are you out of your mind? What the hell were you thinking about?
Nicole: You're yelling.
Andre: Of course I'm yelling! My daughter tells some stranger that her father is her, her...
Nicole: *Lover*!
Andre: Oh, God! I hate that word. It's so... so graphic. Who else thinks this?
Nicole: A few of the other people.
Andre: How many of them?
Nicole: All of them.
Andre: All of them! Incroyable! I've been walking around here with you the past few days. They think I'm child molester!
Nicole: [she starts to cry] You're yelling again.
Andre: Why... why do you make up such stories?
Nicole: I don't know. It just comes naturally to me.
Andre: So it's genetic. Is that it?
Nicole: Yes. No! I don't know.
Andre: You have to tell him the truth.
Nicole: I tried to. Believe me, it's not that easy. I care about him.
Andre: [he smiles at her] Do you love him?
Nicole: Yes, I think so. I mean, yes, I do.
Andre: Has he done anything to you?
Nicole: No, he hasn't done anything to me. Besides, if I tell him I made all this up, he'll hate me. He'll think I'm some kind of liar.
Andre: You are.
