Haley: Here's your stupid CDs and your clothes and your poems!
Dylan: Don't you do it!
Haley: Oh, I'm doing it.
Claire: Haley, stop it. What are you doing?
Dylan: Tearing out my heart.
Haley: Oh, why don't you go get a hickey from Sharon Nicolini?
Dylan: It's from my guitar strap, Haley.
Haley: Oh, thanks for reminding me.