Valerie Malone: Are you alone? 'Cause if you're not, I'll go.
Dylan McKay: What if I am? Will you still go?
Valerie Malone: Look, I just want to talk to you.
Dylan McKay: I think you've done enough talkin' lately.
Valerie Malone: I don't know what you mean.
Dylan McKay: I mean, I got a visit today from Jim Walsh I could live without. He showed up at the Peach Pit claiming to know all about my financial situation.
Valerie Malone: Could I help it if he got a fax about you and started nosing around?
Dylan McKay: You don't have to give me crap about a fax. I know you told him that I'm broke, after you promised me that you wouldn't tell anyone. You don't lie very well. I hate a liar.
Valerie Malone: Well, you've been lying to me and everyone else for months! Pretending you're still Richie-Rich! Why were you trying to hide it anyway? It was only a matter of time...
Dylan McKay: [interrupting] So what? You think you did me a favor by expediting the inevitable? No, I don't think so. I think you're mad because you caught me with a girl the other night.
Valerie Malone: All right, yes, I told him! You don't know how intimidating Jim Walsh can be!
Dylan McKay: Oh, I know exactly how intimidating Jim Walsh can be! What'd he do? Bully you?
Valerie Malone: What am I supposed to do? I'm living in his house!
Dylan McKay: Hey! Stand up to him! I mean, Bren did. In fact, she actually got good at it there in the ol' end. You know, standin' up to big Jim.
Valerie Malone: You know, the Walshes are really concerned about you!
Dylan McKay: Well if they cared so much, tell me this, why wasn't I good enough for their daughter? At least Brenda had the guts to call them on it.
Valerie Malone: Look, I am not Brenda! I will never be Brenda! Don't talk to me about Brenda!
Dylan McKay: No, you're not Brenda! You're just pretending to be! I think you like it! I think you like living in Brenda's house, you like sleeping in Brenda's bed. You got Brenda's brother and Brenda's parents all there in that nice cozy little package! Instant family!
Valerie Malone: What's wrong with that?
Dylan McKay: [after a pause; suttle tone] Nothing.