"Don't leave with him, Claire," he turns around and whines. "Why? He's nice to me! He's there for me! He likes me! Why shouldn't I leave with him, Ross? Because you're the one who wanted to screw me tonight?" "No!" "Because you're the one who wanted to tell people we were leaving together tonight?" "No!" "Then why?!" I shout. "Because I love you, Claire!" He shouts back and my mouth parts. "I don't believe you," I deadpan, open the door and walk back inside.