Zachery Slater: Hey, maybe you want to talk about something, you know?
Erica Kane: Why on earth would I bear my scars to you?
Zachery Slater: Maybe I can help you, be a friend.
Erica Kane: A friend? Oh, no. Please, no more friends, please. I have had it up to here with people who have claimed to be my friend. Who say that they only mean well and they want to help me and they only have my best interest at heart.
Zachery Slater: That sounds like someone who's been burned pretty badly.
Erica Kane: Don't shrink me, Mr. Slater. I can see straight through you. Yeah, be hind this nice, sympathetic smile is someone that wants something.
Zachery Slater: Like what?
Erica Kane: Well, why don't you tell me? You're the one who activated your, ahem, search engine. How would you like it if I did a little sneak peek into your past, did a little search on you? Everyone is hiding something, Mr. Slater. How deep and dark are your secrets? Oh, I am very sure you're hiding quite a lot, but you know what, I don't care, keep your secrets to yourself. The last thing I need in this world is another so-called friend that I should trust my life with, because it only dead-ends in betrayal.