Adam: You love yourself so much so why is it so crazy that someone else would too?!

Hannah: I don’t love myself.

Adam: You’re the fucking worst, you know that?! Because you think you’re not pretty and you’re not a good writer and you’re not a good friend. Well, you are pretty, you are a good writer and you are a good friend.

Hannah: Well… Thank you.

Adam: Is this the game?! You chase me like I’m the fucking Beatles for 6 months and then I finally get comfortable and then you shrug?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Hannah: I’m scared, okay? I’m really scared all the time. I’m like, really scared, all the time.

Adam: Well, join the fucking club!

Hannah: No. Cause I’m more scared than most people say that they are scared.  I’m like, the most scared person alive.

Adam: You don’t have the right to be! I told you, once I commit to something, I really fucking commit! You asked for this! And now you’re being a fucking bitch!

Hannah: Adam… Come on! You’re scared. I’m looking at you and I know you’re scared. You’re acting like you’re not but you are. I know you now, we’ve been doing this for a while.

Adam: Stop! You don’t know me. You don’t know shit about me. You don’t know me and you don’t know yourself! You think, cause you’re what, 11 pounds overweight, you know struggle?!

Hannah: I am 13 pounds overweight and it’s been awful for me my whole life!

Adam: Holy fucking shit! Here’s the world’s most smallest, tiny, violin play, my heart beats for you! You don’t know struggle! I’m a beautiful fucking mystery to you!

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