Guy: Buy you a drink? Brooke: Okay, guy in need of a clue. Here's one. Women send signals. That was a brush off. Before you dip into your shallow pool of wit, let me paint us a picture and save us both the trouble. Here's your evening. You are going to slink back off to your buddies, laugh this off, get wasted, go home, and make nice with yourself. But don't be thinking of me because even your fantasy of me isn't interested in you.
Haley: Oh, the magazine pages are sticking again, you little pervert. Oh hey Luke. You've been reading this? Lucas: I don't know, Haley. Is that the 'why do i hang out with these people?' issue, because you're on the cover of that, right? Haley: No, actually it's the 'my best friend is an idiot' issue and there you are!