Keeping the Faith

- Hi.
- Are you okay?

- I came running right over.
- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to call you so late.
No, it's fine, it's fine.
Don't worry about it. What--
What's going on? What's wrong?

- Everything.
- What do you mean?

- Me!
- What do you mean, you?

- You-- You're perfect.
- I-I am a loser!

You're a world-beater.
What are you talking about?

- I am a workaholic.
- No, you're not. You--

Okay, yes, you are, you are,
but you're our workaholic,
and we're very proud of you.

- So--
- Brian?

- What?
- You're my friend...

and if I ask you something,
you'll answer me honestly, right?

Of course I will.
You know I will.

When you look at me,
when you look at my life...

do you say to yourself,
"Now there's a girl whose values
are all out of whack"?

No, and certainly not
in that voice.

- Have I got no spirit?
- What?

I don't mean "spirit."
I know I'm fun to hang out with.

But, I mean, does my life
seem shallow to you?

- Am I spiritually empty?
- No.

Are you-- Are you crazy?
You've got-- You've got more spirit
in you than half the goofballs
running around in robes out there.

What-- You're a natural.
You radiate. What--

Trust me. What-- What's going on here?
What's this really about?

I don't even know
where to begin, Brian.

You're my best friend, and I have been
keeping all this stuff from you.

All these feelings.
And, um, now, something has happened,
and I can't keep it from you any more.
I feel bad.

- No, it's okay. I understand.
- No, it's not okay.

I have some things I have to tell you,
and I feel bad.