Summer: Nothing’s going on. We’re just…

Tom: What? We’re just what?

Summer: We’re just friends

Tom: No! Don’t pull that with me! Don’t even try to… 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 that gets a say in this! I do too! And I say we're a couple, goddamn it!