Clay Jensen: Tyler, they know you're hurting, we all are. And I don't know what to do about it, either. Okay? I tried hurting other people. I tried hurting you, and it didn't f*cking help, man. It doesn't do any good. Listen to me. It doesn't! Tyler, listen. You don't get out of this alive. And I don't want you to die. I-I don't want you to die. If you think this is the way, if you really think this'll change a goddamn thing and not just be another f*cking tragedy that adults cry about for a week and then forget, if you really think this is gonna be different, then do what you gotta do.
Olivia Baker: I wasn't sure if I should share this with you, but after hearing what you said, I think... I think it's all right. I found it on one of the old computers when I was cleaning up the store. Hannah wrote it.
Clay Jensen: "Reasons why not."
Olivia Baker: You're on there. At least once, possibly twice. Did... did she call you "Helmet"?
Clay Jensen: Yeah, she did.
Olivia Baker: Eleven reasons. She came up just short. But she left so many out. You know that, don't you? No matter how many reasons there might be "why," there are always more "why not."
Clay Jensen: Me and my parents... wanted to see if you might want them to adopt you.
Justin Foley: Wait, what?
Clay Jensen: Like, adopt you into our family.
Justin Foley: You mean, like, I'd be your brother?
Clay Jensen: Well, I'm-I'm not familiar with all the lingo, but...
Justin Foley: Wait. Why are you asking me and not them?
Clay Jensen: Because it was their idea, to be honest. And at first, I thought it sounded, um... idiotic. And they left it up to me, seeing as I was the person who brought you in their life in the first place. And... maybe it's a good idea, so... Are you... Are you crying?
Justin Foley: You know I'm, like, really f*cked up, right?
Clay Jensen: Well... A, yes. But you're clean and going to meetings. And B, I'm also f*cked up in certain ways, so...
Justin Foley: Okay, yeah. I'd like to be adopted, yeah.
Clay Jensen: Okay. Cool.
Clay Jensen: Hannah Baker came into my life at the end of one summer like a star that fell to Earth. Like nothing I had seen, like no one I had ever met. She was funny, and smart, and moody, and... and maddening, and beautiful... And... I loved her. I loved her so much. And I ask her every day why she did what she did. But I get no answers. She took those with her when she went. Leaving me, all of us, angry, empty, confused. And I know that hurt won't ever go away. But there will come a day when I don't feel it every minute. And the anger won't be so hot, and the other feelings will fade, and I'll be left with only love. A good friend once said to me, "I can love you and still let you go." So, Hannah, I love you, and I let you go. And I miss you. And I hope that wherever you go next, you feel peace, you feel safe in a way that you never did here. Wherever you go next, I hope you know that I love you.
Olivia Baker: She dreamed of going to New York to become a writer. I'm not sure when that dream began to feel impossible to her. Hannah was my dream. And now I get to dream for Hannah as well as for myself. And so do all of you. So, please, dream your dreams. And dream them for Hannah, and don't let anyone take them away from you. Don't ever let them go.
Jessica Davis: Your Honor, when we leave this courtroom, Bryce Walker gets to leave convinced that he chose the wrong girl to have sex with. I get to leave constantly looking over my shoulder for monsters dressed up as the popular kid, constantly on edge and assuming the worst in every boy. The sentence you decide today can tell Bryce Walker what he did was wrong. It can say that to every boy, every man who behaves like he does. And it can say to victims like me that our story matters.