Lydia: So, Mary's here. I guess to pick up the money my Mom promised her for hanging out with me - tutoring me... whatever. Um, I'm trying to decide if I should go talk to her, I mean normally I would but now I don't really know if she wants me to. Things have just been kinda... weird. 

Mary [off camera]: Hey Lydia. Can you talk?

Lydia: Hey, yeah. Um, whats up?

Mary: Um, I'm sorry I freaked out on you the other day. 

Lydia: No, it's alright, it's okay. Um, I just thought, you know, family... family's here when they're here and not when they're not, if that makes any sense.

Mary: Um, yeah I guess. Yeah, no, maybe - maybe not. But, uh, family's one thing and uh, friends are another. I don't know it's stupid, I guess I don't know much about that. But, I don't think friends do that to friends. And I thought that's what we were. It's weird, I'm dumb, we're fine.

Lydia: No, no, you're right, you're right, I'm sorry I should have told you I was leaving, and I shouldn't just hang out with you when Lizzie and Jane are gone. I mean, I like hanging out with you and I just never thought about it that way.

Mary: I'm not mad about that. I mean, I am, in a way, but I just don't know why you couldn't talk to me, why you had to run away. 

Lydia: You were busy.

Mary: I didn't know, Lydia, you just wanted to party like you always do. I didn't know. I wish, I wish you would've just said something. 

Lydia: Pfft, who does that.

Mary: You know that guy transferred to my high school senior year, Brent? He was always kind of a jerk.

Lydia: Yeah, he was. But all boys are jerks, sooo.

Mary: Hey, not all of them. 

Lydia: Brent, Bing, Darcy, even George just left and I know Lizzie doesn't really care but still. Boys are jerks. You're lucky you have Eddie.

Mary: Yeah. Speaking of which, I'm supposed to go meet him and a friend in an hour, but I can stay, if you want me to. Or you could come too.

Lydia: No, it's okay, you should go. Go have fun, um, I'll still be in the city when you get back from the holidays.

Mary: Alright, you'd better be. I'll see you, um, next week?

Lydia: Def. Hey, friends?

Mary: Friends.

Lydia: Cool.

[outro plays]