I don't need you to say sorry, Marnie. That's not why I came. That's boring. Okay? What I actually need, is for you to recognize, that maybe, I'm not the bad friend, and you're not the good friend. Okay? So you know what, Marnie? I don't need to play by your rules anymore. Okay? I don't want to walk with you to the far away Rite Aid, to pick up your Cipro prescription. And I'm sorry I don't want to go to Serendipity, and drink Frozen Hot Chocolates, with your uncle's girlfriend, who is a stewardess, named Elodie. And I definitely, definitely don't care about putting on appropriate pants, cause one can really go through their whole life wearing shorty-shorts and offend almost nobody. That's not what makes somebody a good or a bad friend. What makes you a good friend is not doing something that you know will intentionally really hurt another person. And you did that, and you looked me in the eyes, again and again, and you lied to me, with your eyes, and you said to me, by not saying anything, that you'd done nothing. So guess who's the bad friend? It's you. So why don't you just say who's a good friend, and who's a bad friend? I think we know. Okay, fine! I'm not a good friend. Thank you! I don't even care. We can keep being friends just so long as you know you're a bad one…