I need help.

Men are all alike.

They're always bugging us about something or other.

Well, my boyfriend made me come here.

He says I'm depressed much of the time.

It's true that I am unhappy.

Everyone says I'm paranoid, but I don't believe them.

I need some help, that much is certain.

Perhaps I could learn to get along with my mother.

My mother takes care of me.

You are like my mother in some ways.

You are not as aggressive but I think you don't want me to notice that.

Sorry, I don't understand you, Eliza.

You're stupid.

You don't argue with me.

I have to go now.