LUCY VAN PELT: Boy are you stupid, Charlie Brown. What kind of a tree is that? You were supposed to get a good tree. Can’t you even tell a good tree from a poor tree? I knew you’d goof it up.
CHARLIE BROWN: Good grief, I was in my 20s! I had my first solo work, I was successful, I wanted to fuck everyone but I didn’t. Because I loved you and I didn’t want to lose you. But I — I missed out on so much.
LUCY: You’re not the kind you can depend on to do anything right.
CHARLIE: So you hate me!
LUCY: (Screaming helplessly) You’re hopeless, Charlie Brown, completely hopeless.
CHARLIE: (Savagely snarling) I hope you get sick and die. I hope you get hit by a car tomorrow!
LUCY: (Barely audible) You’ve been dumb before, Charlie Brown, but this time you really did it.
CHARLIE: (Weeping) Rats.