Stiles: You'll forget me.
Lydia: I won't. I won't. I won't.
Stiles: You will. Try to find some way to remember me. Okay? Remember how you the first girl I ever danced with? Or how I had a crush on you freshman year? Sophomore year. Senior year? Or how you saved my life?
Lydia: You saved my life too.
Stiles: Just remember, remember I love you.
Lydia: Remember. Remember...remember.