Caleb Nichol: I've come to ask a favor.
Sandy: I'm sorry, what did you say?
Caleb Nichol: You didn't hear me?
Sandy: No, I heard you, I... I just want to make you say it again.
Summer: We're not having sex, by the way.
Seth: Excellent. There's not enough pain and suffering around us already.
Seth: So what's the GP, RA?
Ryan: I have no idea what you just said.
Seth: Game plan, Ryan Atwood.
Ryan: You're just using initials now?
Seth: Yeah, it saves time.
Ryan: Well, not if you have to translate.
Seth: GP.
Ryan: Game plan?
Seth: Good point.
Seth: In fact, having you around to defend me, I've kinda gotten soft. Without anybody picking on me, there's really been no need for the Seth Cohen retaliatory zinger.
Jimmy: If there's one thing you know how to do, it's get money from rich old men.
Seth: So you guys will be in here and I'll be on the other side of this soundproof wall.
Summer: Are you OK?
Seth: Yeah, just an allergic reaction to the universe.
Marissa: I think we should spend the entire summer just being normal.
Ryan: We're not holding Seth to that?
Marissa: No, no. That'd be impossible.
Ryan: Okay, I screwed up yet again. So now what? You're going to kick me out?
Sandy: You think you can mess up so bad we'll just give up on you? You can't. You are part of this family now and you're going to feel the full weight of that. You're going to wish we threw you out.
Sandy: We can't give in to threats like that, we don't negotiate with the Newpsies.
Seth: The timing in this house is a thing of beauty.
Caleb Nichol: Just remember, whatever happens in that courtroom, I did what I did for this family.
Summer: Where other than the Bait Shop are tickets always plentiful and the band never too loud to talk over?
Summer: You just gotta get right back on that horse, Coop. You gotta giddy up, horsy.
Summer: Suddenly, my family not looking so dysfunctional.
Marissa: You do realise that this is my family too?
Sandy: There's no need for sarcasm.
Seth: I'm not being sarcastic.
Sandy: Well, it's hard to tell sometimes.
Kirsten: Is everything okay?
Seth: Hmm? Yeah, it's fine.
Theresa: I'm pregnant.
Seth: Well, except for that.
Seth: Well he can't have gone that way cause that's the ocean.
Seth: Amazing. This whole time, I thought you were a nice guy.
Zach: Wake up! I'm a water polo player. We're never nice guys.
Seth: Shhh! We're being stealth.
Marissa: It will be fun.
Summer: What's more fun than watching a neurotic freak bat his eyes at perfect pixie chick?
Marissa: I was being sarcastic.
Summer: So was I. Which neither one of us was before Cohen came along and taught us all irony... Jackass.
Answer: Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley.
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