Peyton: I’m gonna miss you, Brooke Penelope Davis.
Brooke: I’m gonna miss you, Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer. Hoes over bros?
Peyton: Buds over studs.

Brooke: Talk to me.
Peyton: My whole world’s being ripped away from me. And all I can do is sit here and watch it happen.

Brooke: It looks like a beautiful morning.
Peyton: It’s perfect.
Brooke: Let’s do something great today.

Brooke: I was thinking about what Haley said. You know, how it’s all supposed to be for love.
Peyton: Kind of scary, huh?
Brooke: Yeah. Do you think she’s right?
Peyton: I know she is. But that’s not the part that scares me.
Brooke: Then what does?
Peyton: People are gonna disappoint you, I get that. I kind of expect that, but… I don’t know, what if you wake up one day and realize that you’re the disappointment?

Brooke: Safe yet? No hostile tone, no bitter complaints, no yelling at your best friend ‘cause you broke up with your jerk of a boyfriend? Oh my God, a smile.
Peyton: Alright. I was a mess last week. I’m sorry.
Brooke: Apology accepted. A-P-O-L-O-G… Why? ‘Cause I love you.

Brooke: We made it, didn’t we? Through all the tragedy and jealousy and confusion, we made it.
Peyton: Yeah. Hoes over bros, right?
Brooke: I love you, P. Sawyer.
Peyton: I love you too, B. Davis.

This moment kills me everytime. I just love that in the moment of life and death, Brooke’s first instinct was not to run or hide, it was to reach for Peyton. Always Peyton.