Michael: What's wrong now?
Hanna Schmitz: Nothing's wrong. Nothing.
Michael: You know, you never ask. You never bother to ask how *I* am!
Hanna Schmitz: You never say.
Michael: It just happens to be my birthday. It's my birthday, that's all! In fact, you've never even asked when it is!
Hanna Schmitz: You want a fight, kid!
Michael: No, I don't want a fight! What's wrong with you?
Hanna Schmitz: What business is it of yours?
Michael: Always on your terms, everything. What you want, it's always what *you* want. My friends were giving me a party.
Hanna Schmitz: Then why are you here then? Go back to your party. Is that what you want?