But hold on," he interrupted, "I'm forgetting.

It's not enough to not dislike me.

I want you to like me.

How about THAT ?" Hilma paused for a moment, glancing vaguely out of the doorway toward the lighted window of the dairy-house, her head tilted.
"I don't know that I ever thought about that," she said.
"Well, think about it now," insisted Annixter.
"But I never thought about liking anybody particularly," she observed.
"It's because I like everybody, don't you see ?" "Well, you've got to like some people more than other people," hazarded Annixter, "and I want to be one of those 'some people,' savvy?
Good Lord, I don't know how to say these fool things.

I talk like a galoot when I get talking to feemale girls and I can't lay my tongue to anything that sounds right.