Summer: Look, i love you this much. And I wanna be with you now and the next year and whatever comes after that. So i’m asking, in the presence of this coffee cart and the sacred moment that it represents…if you can honestly tell me that you don’t love me anymore?
Seth: Summer, I…
Summer: Just say it. Cohen, if you don’t love me, I promise I will go to Brown by myself and I will be cold and miserable and alone. And I never bother you again.
Seth: I don’t love you anymore
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