Debbie: Hasn't the kid been through enough without you causing him more pain?
Brian: Stay out of it.
Debbie: The fuck I will. I care about him. All you care about is...
Brian: Getting my dick sucked. I think that's been firmly established. Now can we move on from there?
Debbie: Look, all I want...
Brian: Is to interfere.
Debbie: You can call it whatever the fuck you want. I don't want Justin hurt.
Brian: Well that's life, isn't it? Surprise.
Debbie: You think you've got everybody fooled, don't you? Well not me honey. I've known you too long, and regrettably too well. And no matter how hard you try to deny it, I can tell you care as much about him as he cares about you. Only you haven't got the big hairy cojones to say it.
Brian: Oh, well maybe I could borrow yours.
Debbie: Well hey, whatever it takes... to admit that you love him. And I know that you do, despite all your efforts to never let another heart touch yours, and that's assuming of course that you have one; that little persistent kid has somehow gotten in under the wire. And that's what's happened, huh? Admit the truth. You love him, don't you?
Brian pauses for a brief moment, then lets out a soft sigh.
Debbie: I thought so. Then tell him. Tell him what you could never say to Michael.