Karen: Gin, please.
Gin: Stop begging.
Karen: Oh, no, I was ordering. Gin, please. Please, you have to forgive me. I have no other choice.
Gin: The question is, can you forgive yourself for casting me out after leaving me so hideously deformed? Unable to dance. To skip. To read.
Karen: Why can't you read?
Gin: Eh, I don't want to.
Karen is talking to Gin in a restaurant about Gin's childhood accident.