(While lying in bed)
Peyton: Brooke, are you awake?
Brooke: Honey, how could I possibly be sleeping with you thinking so loudly? (Pause) What's the matter Peyton?
Peyton: Pete. He wants me to fly to Chicago tomorrow night and he left me a ticket.
Brooke: Uhm... Then why are we still talking about this?! If you don't get on that plane, we are no longer friends!
Peyton: Brooke, I can't do this again! Why is it that every guy that I like always has to leave. That's not fair!
Brooke: Then you have no choice. You have to go.
Brooke: Uhm, let's see. Because he's cute and he's a rockstar and you love music. And he's nice to you. And if you go you'll have a great time and maybe you'll fall in love. And if you don't you're gonna look back on this in twenty years and wonder "What if?"...
Peyton: I've already had my "what if".
Brooke: Well, maybe this time you're gonna have something more...