John: I don't know why I came here. Don't know what we're doing. I mean we're sitting here, and we're eating and we're talking but no one is actually saying anything.

Savannah: What do you want me to say? What do you want to talk about?

John: Why didn't you call? Why didn't you call me? I mean, did I not deserve any more explanation than that letter? You couldn't have called me, you couldn't have given me some sort of chance to like change your mind? Don't you think you owe me that?

Savannah: I couldn't.

John: You couldn't. You thought that little of me that you couldn't have just called me. Why?

Savannah: Because I couldn't.

John: Give me an answer! Why, why not?

Savannah: Because I couldn't!

John: I want an answer!

Savannah: Because just hearing your voice, I would've changed my mind. Is that what you want to hear John? Is that what you came all this way to hear from me? You think it was tough out there? And what, you think it was easy for me without you? You thought that every single day wasn't a god damn marathon of my life without you?