(after Andrew tells her he hates her) The opposite of love isn't hate. It's indifference. And if you hate me, that means you still care, and we're still connected and I still have a chance to set you right.
Bree: Perception is reality, Andrew. And if people perceive me to have a drinking problem, then I do. And I certainly don't want some idiotic judge using my hobby as an excuse to make you rich. So I'm simply going to give up my wine and become a recovering alcoholic. Andrew: Good plan, but it'll never work. See, I'll bet you still end up coming to court hammered. Bree: Oh, Andrew, you don't think I love you enough to give up alcohol? Andrew: Look, I'm seventeen, all right? So, you can only keep me here for another year. Why not just let me go? Bree: Because I'm not done with you yet. It's my job to teach you and you are not half the man I know you can be. Andrew: Yeah, well, I got news for you. This is as good as I'm gonna get. Bree: If I really thought that, I'd get a gun right now and kill us both.