I'm hungry.
No, you're not.
I need to eat; don't you see my bones?
Bones, what bones? You're a pig on two legs.
I... I'm not, am I?
You are. Look, see the fat?
That's skin... Or maybe not...
Fat.
It's fat. I'm fat. You're right.
I always am.
I hate you.
I love you too.
