Tom : No, you know what ? I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on. Summer : Nothing’s going on. We’re just .. Tom : We’re just what ? Just what ? Summer : We’re just friends … Tom : No. Don’t pull that with me. Don’t even try. This is not how you treat your friend. Kissing in the copy room, holding hands in Ikea, shower sex … Come on, friends my balls. Summer : I like you, Tom. I just don’t want a relationship. Tom : Well, you’re not the only one who gets a say in this ! I do too ! and I say we’re a couple, god damn it !
