Deanna: "You're early! I didn't think you'd be here until after nine!"
Tristan: "There was no reason to stay home so I thought I'd just stop by."
Deanna: "I'm really glad you did. Come on in."

Tristan: "James wants to meet us up at the Xenon in about an hour."
Deanna: "Just James?"
Tristan: "I think he mentioned Markus, but honestly I wasn't really paying attention. He may have said he couldn't make it."

Deanna: "So … will Mary and Emily be there?"
Tristan: "Not that I'm aware of. Why?"
Deanna: "I was just wondering, that's all."
Tristan: "I think there's a bit more to it than idle curiosity."

Deanna: "Tristan, your friends hate me."
Tristan: "No they don't. They don't even know you, Deanna. Besides, since when do you care what anyone thinks about you?"
Deanna: "Since they're important to you. These people are your family."
Tristan: "Scary thought."
Deanna: "It's true. You don't send yourself into the Afterlife for just a casual acquaintance."

Tristan: "Are we going to start this up again?"
Deanna: "Start what up again?"
Tristan: "The old 'you wouldn't do that for me' line. We've been over this a thousand times. If you want, I could go ahead and jab a wooden spoon through my heart right now if it would help put an end to the argument."

Tristan wrinkled his nose at the contents of Deanna's refrigerator before shutting the door in disgust.

Deanna: "What's gotten into you lately?"
Tristan: "Nothing's gotten into me lately -- you're the one bringing up the same shit over and over again. It's just getting really fucking old."
Deanna: "Nice language."
Tristan: "You know, I didn't come here to get yelled at because you have all these insecurities."

Deanna: "I'm not yelling in the least. You're such a drama queen, Tristan."
Tristan: "Thank you so much for yet another insult. Why don't you tell me how much I need to shower?"
Deanna: "Because you might get it in your head to use mine, and then I'll have to hear about how I clean it wrong."
Tristan: "I only said that you should maybe use more bleach next time!"
Deanna: "And a toothbrush! No sane person cleans their shower with a toothbrush!"

Tristan: "Anything else? Should I get a haircut? Or maybe it's not the right colour. Maybe you'd rather it were a candy floss pink."
Deanna: "You know what? If this is the sort of mood you're going to be in all night, I think I'd rather just stay at home if it's all the same to you. Clearly you're looking for a fight and won't stop until you find one."
Tristan: "Fantastic. You start in on me the second I walk through the door, and somehow it's still all my fault."
Deanna: "This is exactly what I'm talking about. Go hang out with James tonight. Maybe you'll be lucky and Emily will show up and you can cry to her about how horrible I'm being to you, then she can wipe away all your tears and make everything fucking better."

Tristan: "That was completely uncalled for."
Deanna: "Was it really? Do you think I don't know how things really are?"
Tristan: "No, I don't think you do."
Deanna: "I know I'm not what you really want. I wish I could just leave this goddamned town, but I keep getting pulled back here. I hate that I love you so much. Everything would be so much easier if I could just stop giving a shit about you."

Tristan: "Because everything I do is designed to make your life miserable."
Deanna: "No, it's more like everything you do is designed to make your life miserable. You're not happy unless you're completely immersed in tragedy and pain. Your self-serving angst gets really old sometimes."
Tristan: "I do not have… what the hell does that even mean?"
Deanna: "You have so much going for you. You could be truly happy if you just let yourself, but you'd rather spend your time pining for things that you can't have while you ignore what you do have."

Tristan: "That's not fair."
Deanna: "I know that if she showed you half an ounce of interest I'd be dropped in a heartbeat."
Tristan: "Do I need to remind you that it was you that left me twice before?"
Deanna: "You don't exactly make this relationship easy for me. How the hell am I supposed to know that you're not already doing all sorts of things behind my back?"
Tristan: "If that's what you think then you really don't know me at all."
Deanna: "Sometimes I wonder."

Tristan glared steadily at Deanna. Without a word he turned and began walking toward the door.

Deanna: "Tristan-"