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!