Her: I'm sorry, gosh. What the hell do you want? Do you want a sky writer? A freakin parade saying 'I'm sorry Brian'?

Him: I want you to mean it... and you know I'd give you a sky writer and parade, if I could.

Her: I'm not her anymore. Why are you still waiting?

Him: I'm in love with you.

Her: No, you're not. If you were, you'd let me go.

Him: What would that prove, Anna? People who let go are those who give up on their dreams. You're my dream, Anna.

Her: And I'm telling you to not let me be. I'm not worth it. And maybe one day, when you've forgotten all about me and moved on, I will want you. But it will be too late. Then you'll be my dream. Because you're worth it and I'm not. How do you not see that?

Him: You've been my dream since I first looked at you. You don't see that. You were walking alone, books in hand, smiling at the sky. I've never seen anyone so beautiful. I knew you had to be a dream. My dream. And you don't see that...

Her: I'm the nightmare ruining your dream, Brian. Let go. I'll still love you in the morning, and the next. I'm just not worth the stress. How can you not see that I love you so much; I'm letting you go. Not because I don't love you, but because I don't want to keep you from living your life and your dream. Can you see that?

Brian: I can... I'll live my life, Anna, but when you realize you'll love me, I'll be here for you. Because you'll alwas be my dream.