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: [after finding out about Ethan cheating on him... ripping up the roses from their date
] I wanna be with someone who only wants to be with me... someone I can be with forever. Crock of shit. Ethan
: I meant it. Justin
: Yeah, I'm sure you did the second you were saying it. Ethan
: Christ, look what you're doing to your hands. Justin
: Oh, so fucking what. You're a *liar.* Ethan
: I didn't want to hurt you. Justin
: That is so laughably, so pathetically lame, I am not even gonna comment on it... try something else. Ethan
: I was... I was covering my ass. Justin
: That's better... go on. Ethan
: I was alone, you weren't there... Justin
: Now it's my fault. Ethan
: That's not what I mean. I missed you. Justin
: So, since you couldn't bare to be without me for one fucking night, you decide to pick up some drooling admirer? Ethan
: Basically, yes. Justin
: So tell me, Mr. Gold, as a last minute replacement, how'd he do? Did he kneel at your feet and worship your huge talent? Did he marvel at your magnificent fingering? Th-th-the way you stroke your bow, leave him breathless? Ethan
: It was one stupid mistake! Look how many times you forgave Brian! Justin
: [throwing the rest of the tattered roses on the ground
] I *never* forgave Brian! I never had to... because he never promised me anything. You did.
[walks away and takes of the promise Ethan gave him
: I need you. I don't know what I'm gonna do without you. Justin
: Oh, I'm sure you'll survive. After all you still have your music. That's the only thing you ever really loved.
: To the New York phil. Ethan
: And the London phil, and the Vienna phil, and the Berlin phil and the quick, name another phil. Justin
: Phil Farnsworth? We were in the seventh grade together. Ethan
: To Phil Farnsworth, wherever he may be.