- Brennan: *I hate knowing that if this all ends, that you'll be fine. You'll just go back home, you'll walk into the old bar, you'll wake up with one of those plaid wearing dirtbags leaning against the pool table, and he'll come up, buy you a drink, follow you back to your place, you'll take off your pants, but you're too insecure to take off your top. And I don't know what hurts me more, knowing that you'll be thinking about me, or that you won't be.*