Noah: Helen.
Helen: Uh oh.
Noah: I'm so sorry. It's so stupid.
Helen: Shit.
Noah: And it was nothing. I wanted just to pretend it never happened because it meant nothing, but I, I, I can't
keep it from you. I...I had a fling. This summer.
Helen: A fling? So what, like once?
Noah: A few times.
Helen: With who?
Noah: It doesn't matter.
Helen: The waitress? Alison? I knew it. You know, I fucking knew it. How long?