God… I still can't believe there're only one show left.
"Six weeks is a hell of a long time, Liv."
That was when we had time to spare.

When I hated you I thought you'd be here forever.
You're my mentor, the only one who stands above me. You understand.
Everything comes to an end, I guess. I had enough of that last year.
Will I always lose a section leader? Oh, no…

Your sunglasses are never going to leave your goddess dress,
are they? But yeah, I can't forget you. You can leave me, though.
Damn, I'm going to miss you. I spent this year thinking
it was always something I said. I'll save it for finals.

This last weekend was supposed to be our win.
It was last year. Will that be the last time ever? For me, at least?
I don't want to be them. I don't want people to be happy to see us,
not for that reason. Why can't they give us something for you?

I'm tired of being a participant. I don't want to hold those plaques anymore.
You stopped caring when you woke up yesterday.
"That's good," you said, "I'm glad…"

I don't want a repeat of last year.
Can we go back farther into the past, please?