Kelly: Brenda, please try to understand how much you mean to us, all right?
Dylan: I know this is hard for you, Bren. It’s hard for all of us.
Brenda: Don’t touch me. Dylan, you have made your choice and I have to live with that and I should’ve seen it coming, but I don’t have to listen to it anymore. I’m going home, okay?
Kelly: No, Brenda, we need to tell you something else.
Brenda: Well, I don’t wanna hear it. I’ve heard enough.
Dylan: You’re gonna have to, Bren, because neith of us can stand to lie to you anymore.
Kelly: This summer, while you were in Paris —
Dylan: Look, I told you I was with a girl, right? Kelly was the girl.
Brenda: I thought you guys were my friends? I loved you. I trusted you both.
Kelly: Brenda, please.
Dylan: We didn’t plan this, Bren.
Brenda: No, of course you didn’t plan it, Dylan, you just let it happen. And you lied to me, both of you, for months and months. When I broke up with you, you made it seem like Kelly was just some girl you picked to go out with. You made it seem so innocent, like it was my fault.
Kelly: Neither of us wanted to hurt you.
Brenda: You didn’t care about how I felt at all, Kelly.
Dylan: That’s not true.
Brenda: Did you two sleep together?
Brenda: And why should I believe you?
Dylan: Because it’s the truth.
Brenda: Why are you doing this to me?!
Dylan: Because we owe it to you, Bren. Don’t you think that we all owe ourselves something more than this, that we can start again from some place honest?
Brenda: Honesty? It that what you think this is about, Dylan? I don’t think so. Look, I hate you both. Never talk to me again.
Dylan: She’ll be all right.
Kelly: I hope so. Will we?