Amigos con beneficios.

Dylan: I shouldn't have said that. I was just trying to get my sister off my back! She thought we liked each other.
Jamie: Yeah. Me too, Dylan. I thought we were friends. But friends don't go talking shitabout each other. Which must mean that you and I, were actually never friends. That all you wanted was to get into my pants.
Dylan: What?
Jamie: You jumped at the chance at your dad's house!
Dylan: You cracked your neck. I thought you were giving me a sign! We talked about this.
Jamie: Oh, my God! Really?
Dylan: You pulled my robe off! Oopsy! Remember?
Jamie: Yeah. And then you snuck out of the room. Oopsy! Remember that?
Dylan: What? Are you pissed off at me because I didn't cuddle? Isn't that why we started this whole arrangement in the first place? You wanted this.
Jamie: I wanted this? Just me. God, you are just like every other guy! The sad thing is, Dylan, I actually thought you were different.
Dylan: Different from what? I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your friend.
Jamie: Well, with friends like you, who needs friends?

(Lo que lloré en esta escena no tiene nombre. Demasiados recuerdos, demasiadas similitudes. Aunque quizás si nuestras respuestas hubiesen sido así de "fuertes" ahora yo estaría mejor. Más liviana, y sin tantas cosas guardadas por decir.)