Sam: Why'd you come here?
Freddie: To figure out why you checked yourself into a mental hospital.
Sam: You wanna know why.
Sam: Because I hate you.
Freddie: Then why did you kiss me?
Sam: Because, I'd......like you.
Freddie: So, you hate me and you like me?
Sam: Now you see why I need to be in here. I've got problems and I can't think straight and can't eat.