[ Well, now that they're looking at each other, it gives Bibi the perfect vantage point to grab Amy's face between her hands. Bibi's cheeks are wet with tears with makes this a little gross, but whatever. This is important. ]

It does matter. You're my first ever friend - as such, you're mine. I won't stand for losing what belongs to me, let alone having it taken from me.

Amy in a jar isn't enough for me. I want an Amy who can talk to me, who can chop the chocolate as I make the dough, who will trip over her own shoelaces and let me make fun of her, who'll sleep in my bed and laugh in her sleep about godknowswhat. That's the Amy I wanted to go to prom with. That's the Amy I wanted to go home with.

You don't get to tell me to settle for less. Less isn't acceptable.