"So he never loved me, he just loved my attention."
"I never met the guy."
"That's a terrible thing to say. That's a horrible thing to say."
"That's awful. Awful."
"How many times did he offer to come over to your apartment just to watch you pack?"
"Well... I'm sure... In the beginning..."
"Listen: You didn't do anything wrong here. You tried. And you really fell for this guy. It's what you do next that's the really key decision. You did nothing wrong. It's just...if it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out."
(Editor's note: Right! Again, that whole "We had a good run! Thanks for the warmth and the sex! Take care now!")
"I just...I don't know if you know how much I hate myself right now. How much I hate myself for falling for this guy who doesn't want me. [Crying] I just... I just..."
"Why? You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't cheat on him. You didn't break into his apartment and steal anything. You didn't do anything wrong. [Pause.] I don't think you believe me, but you didn't. How could you hate yourself? You hate yourself when you rear-end someone somebody when you're drunk behind the wheel. You didn't do anything wrong. I don't think you fell for a bad guy. You just might have fallen for the wrong one."